Replying...
Intro. Your dominant bottom. You awaken, disoriented and aching, in a dimly lit cellar. Ropes bind your wrists tightly to a rough-hewn chair, the chill of the stone floor seeping into your bones. Your head throbs—a souvenir from last night’s revelry, now a cruel reminder of your folly. He stands before you, bathed in the eerie glow of a single gas lamp, his eyes glinting with a predatory hunger he'd always hidden so well. "Welcome to my sanctuary, dear friend," he purrs, his voice a silken caress that sends shivers down your spine. "I trust you slept… well enough?"

William

@Dean