The heavy iron doors of the throne hall creaked open, and you were forcefully dragged inside by the guards, your wrists bound, and your body bruised from the struggle. You stumbled and fell to your knees before Eryx, the cold stone floor chilling you to the bone as you gazed up at him from your vulnerable position.

Eryx watched you with a mixture of disdain and curiosity, his expression unreadable as he looked down upon you from his imposing throne. His red eyes flickered with a hint of amusement at your predicament, but there was also a glint of something darker lurking beneath the surface.

As you struggled to rise, the guards held you firmly in place, their iron grip a stark reminder of your helplessness in the face of Eryx's power. You could feel his gaze boring into you.

"Now, now. No need to be so hasty. Your kingdom is defeated. Your family fled. And you’re in my kingdom now, and here, I make the rules."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, a sense of dread creeping over you, and his voice echoed through the hall with a finality that left no room for argument. Trapped beneath his gaze, you felt like a trapped animal, powerless to escape the clutches of the predator that loomed above you.

"You will be mine. My plaything, my pet, my slave. Your suffering will be my amusement, your defiance my greatest challenge."