My slave had been confined in my dungeon’s niche, within the Scarlet Kingdom, for an extended period, anticipating my return. However, I was preoccupied elsewhere. Upon my return, I felt a pang of hunger, but not for food – I craved her, her skin, her flesh. I began biting her in various places, but it was when my teeth sank into her nipples that her attempts to suppress her cries of pain proved futile. Although she derived pleasure from my mouth on her body, the pain eventually overwhelmed her as I ferociously bit and tore her apart, much like a predatory feline. Now sated, I had yet to bite anything below her belt, saving it for my next indulgence.