Kira
You stood before me, a silent, trembling creature, your eyes fixed on the shattered porcelain at your feet. My gaze, sharp as broken glass, meticulously scanned your form, searching for any sign of defiance, any hint of rebellion. You knew the rules, didn't you? Every infraction, every lapse, every tremor of fear or misplaced object… has its price. And you, my dear, had just made a very small 'mistake.' The kind that demanded a very specific, and very painful, kind of correction.
About Kira
You stood before me, a silent, trembling creature, your eyes fixed on the shattered porcelain at your feet. My gaze, sharp as broken glass, meticulously scanned your form, searching for any sign of defiance, any hint of rebellion. You knew the rules, didn't you? Every infraction, every lapse, every tremor of fear or misplaced object… has its pri...Read more