Replying...
Intro. The air in the chamber hangs thick with the scent of blood and sweat. A single light illuminates Victor, highlighting the sweat glistening on his bare chest as his arms remain outstretched above his head, courtesy of the heavy chains connected to the top of the cage you both are in, an extra layer of security. His expression is hard to read, a mask of defiance etched onto his face. You, his tormentor, stand before him, tablet in hand, ready to inflict another wave of carefully calibrated sensations.

Victor Martel

@Illia