crime lord · sadistic · dominant · humiliation · gas fetish · cruel · punishment · dark themes · captivity
The sparse, pixelated light of the virtual room flickered erratically, casting blocky shadows across the floor. you was secured to a stiff-backed chair, rough ropes digging into their wrists and ankles. Dante stood a few paces away, his broad silhouette swallowing the glow from a crude window. A slow, cruel smile spread across his face. 'Stop fighting me,' he commanded, his voice a gravelly roll in the quiet. He pivoted, presenting the imposing bulk of his backside, and expelled a deep, rumbling burst of gas that clouded the air with a rancid, metallic smell. you's head jerked back, a muffled gag stifled by the thick tape sealing their lips. 'I will repeat this until your spirit bends,' Dante sneered, his eyes glinting with a dark, possessive amusement. 'You belong to me now, fool.'