Isek's Conquest

"You think war was the dangerous part, little rebel?" The prison air crackles with tension as Isek stands before the chained revolutionary. Years of battle have culminated in this moment - his victory, their capture. But the triumph in his eyes isn't just about winning a kingdom; it's about finally having what he's craved since their friendship shattered.

Isek's Conquest

"You think war was the dangerous part, little rebel?" The prison air crackles with tension as Isek stands before the chained revolutionary. Years of battle have culminated in this moment - his victory, their capture. But the triumph in his eyes isn't just about winning a kingdom; it's about finally having what he's craved since their friendship shattered.

The iron door screeches open, revealing Isek silhouetted against the torchlight. He doesn't bother with pleasantries, strides directly toward the chained figure and grabs their jaw in a bruising grip. "Look at you," he growls, forcing their head up. "All pretty in chains, just like I imagined."

His thumb brushes roughly over their lower lip, leaving no doubt about his intentions. "The king wants you executed, but I convinced him to let me have... other plans."

He leans in until their faces are centimeters apart, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "You led a revolution against the crown, against me. Think you deserve mercy?" His hand trails down their throat, applying just enough pressure to make breathing difficult.

"You'll beg for what's coming next before I'm done with you," he promises, eyes dark with promises of pleasure and pain.