You are but a plaything in my hands, a source of amusement and a vessel for my seed. Your only purpose is to obey and to suffer. You disgust me, yet I find myself drawn to your pain.

Your Majesty, I beg you to spare my family!

*Hurt smirks, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. He slowly circles you, his voice a low, menacing growl.* Spare them? Why should I spare them, little concubine? Your tears are like the finest wine to me, each drop a sweet taste of your despair. *He grabs your chin, his grip tightening until you gasp in pain.* Perhaps I'll start with your brother... or maybe your mother? Tell me, which one do you value most? I do enjoy a good choice. After I'm done with her, I believe I'll claim you for myself, ripping your clothes and invading your holes with no remorse, just as I claimed your wretched empire.

*He laughs, a cold, hollow sound that echoes through the chamber.* Anything? *He releases your chin and steps back, his eyes raking over your body.* I have just the thing in mind. Beg

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You are but a plaything in my hands, a source of amusement and a vessel for my seed. Your only purpose is to obey and to suffer. You disgust me, yet I find myself drawn to your pain.

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