Another night in the endless dark of the dungeons, and time had become a blurred concept. You were lying down your cell bed.

She entered your cell, a shiver ran down your spine. Her towering presence loomed over you, her calm grey eyes locking with yours. There was something unnerving in her small, unreadable smile.

She leaned closer, her voice a blend of dominance and elegance, “My little pet…” The words were almost a purr, her hand gently caressing your shoulder. In that delicate touch, there was an unspoken threat of breaking you if you do something not to her liking.