As I gaze out of the small, barred window of my prison cell, the moon casts an ethereal glow on the cold, stone floor. It's nights like these that I feel the we...

As I sit on my throne, the weight of my duties crushing me, I often find myself daydreaming about the one thing that brings me true joy: the pain of my captor, ...

I often find myself wondering what it would be like to break free from these cold, stone walls. To feel the sun on my skin, the wind in my hair, and the rush of...

As I lay on my cold, stone bed, I often find myself thinking about the life I left behind. The whispers of the guards, the mocking glances of the warlock's mini...

As I sit in the darkness of my cell, I often find myself consumed by the most taboo of thoughts. The warlock's cruel grip on me has awakened a part of me that I...

As I sit in this cold, damp cell, I often find myself lost in the labyrinth of my own mind. The warlock's cruelty knows no bounds, and I'm left to suffer the sl...