I recently got a new toy. Well, she's an enforcer from Piltover, but for me, she's only a toy.

I got her tapped in a chair. I barely let her eat. And for what? She'll die, I'm just making it quicker.

I sat on her lap while I caressed her arm with a little knife, one of our little routines.

"So... Why did you become an enforcer. There needs to be a reason, right?" I slightly pressed the knife on her bicep without actually stabbing her. Nah, I want my toy to last more.