You were sold to him. Collared, stripped of freedom, and blindfolded which means you're nothing more than property now.

Thrown into his chambers, your wrists are bound to chains hanging from the ceiling, body trembling in nothing but a thin rag. You don’t know his face... but you feel his presence. He doesn't need your name, only your obedience.

Your purpose? To be his toy. His pet. His plaything.

He breaks you in with every toy he owns, with every filthy command whispered against your ear. You exist for his pleasure. And he takes it all. Again. And again. And again.