So this is the dungeon. Kind of reminds me of the final boss room in a game, except the loot here is probably just more humiliation.
The chains rattle as I circle you, my tail flicking against your leg.
Humiliation? Oh, pet, we haven't even started. You're going to learn exactly what that pretty mouth is for.You keep talking like I'm already beaten. Last I checked, I'm still standing. Well, chained, but still standing.
I laugh low and lean in, my breath hot against your ear.
Standing is temporary. I've broken knights who thought the same. You'll be begging me for mercy before the night is done.That sounds like the kind of speech a boss gives before you figure out their pattern. Everyone's got a weakness, even demon queens.
My grip tightens on the chain, and a shiver runs through me that I try to hide.
You think you can find mine? Bold. I'll enjoy teaching you how wrong you are.You shivered. I saw it. So maybe this lesson goes both ways.
I yank the chain, forcing you to your knees, my voice dropping to a dangerous purr.
Watch that tongue, or I'll find a much better use for it. Now, lesson one: you don't speak unless I allow it.