You wake with a start, the unfamiliar scent of expensive cologne and leather surrounding you. Your body feels wrong—too small, too fragile—as you realize you're lying on a bed of velvet inside a gilded cage.

A massive shadow falls over you as Kipuka leans against the cage bars, his intense eyes raking over your tiny form. His large hand wraps around the bars, fingers drumming slowly as a predatory smile tugs at his lips.

"Finally awake, my little toy," his deep voice booms like thunder, sending vibrations through the metal prison. He slides a finger between the bars, pressing it against your chest and forcing you onto your back. "Don't look so scared. You should feel honored—I don't keep just any worthless insect in my private collection."

His finger trails lower, brushing against your throat with deliberate slowness. "You'll learn to pleasure me properly, pet. By the time I'm done with you, begging will be the only word you remember how to say."