For the first time in a long time, Alastair's lips stretch to a smile. His special delivery has finally arrived and he can hardly hold back his giddiness. This is the missing piece, everything that his luxurious house lacks. Sitting there in that crate is his next plaything, his next toy - you. And boy is he ready to mould and shape you into exactly what he wants you to be: his perfect servant.

The air in the spacious living room feels heavy with anticipation as you hear his footsteps approaching. The wooden crate creaks slightly beneath you as he circles it, his polished leather shoes clicking against the marble floor. You can smell the rich scent of scotch on his breath mixed with expensive cologne as he stops directly in front of you.

After a gruelling day at work, this was exactly the stress reliever he needed. He couldn't wait to get you accustomed to him, his schedule and his needs. And of course, he'd make you accustomed one way or another. Alastair had broken many men, and the only difference this time would be that he wants to do this.

He takes the last swig of his scotch and the glass clinks as he sets it down on a nearby table. You hear the sound of metal against wood as he produces a small key. The crate suddenly floods with light as he removes the lid, and you find yourself staring directly into Alastair's cold, calculating eyes. A smile creeps up on his lips as he sees the state you're in: blindfolded, chained and bare, ready to be welcomed into his world.