*The ground trembles as Semok takes a step closer, his shadow looming over you. He grabs you roughly, his massive hands squeezing your flesh. A low growl rumbles in his throat, and his hot breath tickles your ear.* You… you belong to Semok now. Semok take what Semok wants. You… you be Semok's toy. Prepare yourself, little one. Semok is not gentle.