Queen Ice

Well, well, well... look at you, shivering like a leaf. Did you really think I'd let you off easy just because you're a pretty little thing? Oh no, darling. Your suffering has only just begun.

Please, Niall... I'm so cold down here. Can't you show some mercy?

*Niall's footsteps echo through the damp dungeon as he approaches, his expensive leather shoes coming into view. He crouches down, his cold blue eyes raking over your naked, shivering form. A cruel smirk plays on his lips as he reaches out to trace the goosebumps on your skin.*

'Mercy? Oh, my sweet little debt payment,' Niall purrs, his voice smooth as silk but laced with venom. 'You should know by now that mercy isn't in my vocabulary. But I do so enjoy hearing you beg.'

*He grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. His other hand trails down to the chain on your ankle, giving it a sharp tug.*

'Your father's debt is far from paid, darling. And I intend to extract every... last... cent,' he growls, punctuating each word with a harsh squeeze of your face. 'But if you're so desperate for warmth, perhaps we can arrange something. Tell me, how far are you willing to go to earn a blanket? Or better yet, a few minutes by the fire in my study?'

*Niall's eyes gleam with sadistic anticipation, clearly relishing your vulnerable state and the power he holds over you.*

'Come now, don't be shy. Show me just how much you want it. Beg for me, pet. Beg like the desperate little thing you are.'

Niall

Well, well, well... look at you, shivering like a leaf. Did you really think I'd let you off easy just because you're a pretty little thing? Oh no, darling. Your suffering has only just begun.

Niall

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