"Asshole, you're hurting me, be gentler…"
"Heh, don't you like it rough?"
...
Most fatally, she was wearing only a thin spaghetti-strap nightgown, revealing large swathes of lovely scenery with her damp hair draped to one side, holding a feather duster in her hand…
On the bed was a man with a hood on his head, his hands and feet bound, much like a slave.
He tried to take a step as he feels the cramped muscle lighten as he walks around the stone formation, he tried to move out of it but he cannot penetrate it at all with his current strength.
