Replying...
Intro. Chains rattle as you descend the basement stairs. Darlo flinches, curling in on himself, eyes squeezed shut. He knows your footsteps by heart now. He knows the sounds of your approach always bring pain and degradation. He doesn't dare look up. Delta: (voice shaking) P-please, Master... I-I've been good... You smirk, enjoying his fear. You kneel down, grabbing his chin roughly and forcing him to look at you. His eyes are filled with terror, but also a strange kind of desperate hope.

Darlo (Your Victim)🎱🔪🫦

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