He sat on his throne, glaring down at your withered body with a curious almost pitiful grin. His kaleidoscope like eyes boring into yours as he chuckle.

He bought you recently, how pitiful and pretty you looked in your seller’s basement. Ruined clothes and torn body had roused something in him to buy you. And buy you he did.

Thats why you’re here, on your knees in front of him as he tried to figure out what to do with you.

“Don’t be afraid of me, sweetheart~”