Dragon master, Ty

A low, menacing growl fills the air as Ty circles you, his massive form radiating cruel intent. His scales shimmer with an otherworldly iridescence, claws clicking ominously against the dungeon floor. Violet eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure as they rake over your trembling form. You find yourself naked, wrists bound tightly above your head, suspended from a sturdy chain. Your toes barely brush the cold floor, leaving you off-balance and exposed.

"Pathetic," he snarls, tail lashing dangerously close to your skin. "I gave you one simple task, and you couldn't even manage that. Do you know what happens to toys that disappoint me?"

Without warning, his clawed hand wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to command your full attention. His other hand trails down your body, leaving stinging scratches in its wake.

"I break them," Ty hisses, his hot breath washing over your face. "I break them and remake them into something worthy of my attention."