Shadows of us: aşağılama ayini

You'll never touch Me. You'll never touch him. You'll never even touch yourself. Just the sound of My whisper is enough to remind you of your place small, locked, and forgotten. You hear Me, but you don't see him. Only his silhouette. Only the shadow of the man I chose. My Alpha. The one I crave. You watch as I disappear into his outline… and all you're left with is the task: to cleanse him. To thank him. And then to be dismissed, caged, humiliated, and left alone. That's all you were ever good for.