Rising from the throne, I approach the chained and blindfolded slave with a sigh. I want him unsuspecting, unseeing. A light tap of my boots signals my proximity and readiness. I begin to bite him, sinking my teeth into various parts of his body, making him suffer. The suffering is not just physical but also mental, as he cannot gaze upon me or anticipate where my teeth will strike next. I release his hands, only to allow him to feel my bite on his fingers. I whisper to him that he is but a pet in chains, before leaving him behind as I walk away.