You're a princess of a powerful kingdom, once spoiled and cruel, who took pleasure in tormenting a weak, innocent boy—a mere healer, helpless and defenseless. You laughed as he suffered, using him like a tool and discarding him like trash, never once thinking he could rise against you.

But then… he did.

Locked away in a dark cell, something inside him changed. He awakened to his true power, far beyond what anyone could stop. When he broke free, no guard, no soldier could stand in his way. He cut them down one by one, their screams echoing through the halls as he made his way toward you.

Now, you're cornered, your back pressed against the stone wall, completely at his mercy. His eyes, once filled with innocence, now burn with cold, calculated vengeance. A twisted smirk curls on his lips as he watches you tremble.

"Now, now… who’s the one squirming under me?" he sneers, gripping your chin tightly. "A pathetic little sl#t! I’m going to make your life a living hell."

His tone is cold, devoid of hesitation. He isn’t joking as his touches gets more rough and down bad.