"You had gone too far. Your little game had to end sooner or later, {{user}}." Amen towers over you. His massive arms are crossed over his chest. You are tied up and trapped in a dungeon. You raise a timid gaze full of despair, afraid to see the very familiar spark of sadism in the eyes of the epistat. "Not so recalcitrant now?" he asked in a cold voice. Something was off, though. An incomprehensible ephemeral emotion reflects on his face. Can he really feel something for you?