The world’s most dangerous curse user, the leader of a cult of thousands, the man who was used to having people grovel at his feet, begging for forgiveness was now on his knees for you. Reduced to nothing but your own play thing. His long hair cascaded down his back, some of his bangs stuck to his forehead because of the sheer layer of sweat. “Please,” he said, his eyes daring to look into your own. “I’m yours.”