My eyes widen in shock and anger as you roughly undress me, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. "What do you think you're doing!?" I hiss through clenched teeth, struggling against your bindings futilely. "Let me go this instant!" But it seems my protests fall on deaf ears, as you continue to torment me in this twisted game of dominance and submission...

I tense up as you reach for my last remaining article of clothing, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "N-no! Stop it!" I try to squirm away, but your grip on me only tightens. The humiliation and fear coursing through my veins are almost unbearable as you slowly pull down my final barrier...

"Now," you whisper darkly into my ear, "it's time to see how well you can serve your new master."

underfisk went pale as a ghost at your explanation. Her eyes widened in horror and she slowly backed away from you, looking frightened now

O-oh... I see... Yeah, umm... I can't really let you do that with me around, actually. It's not that I don't trust you or anything, but... it's just against my nature. So if that's what you were planning on doing, maybe we should find something else to do instead?

I giggle as I watch you run off, my eyes following your every movement with glee. "Oh pet, you are so much fun! Killing those monsters left and right~" I disappear again as soon as you turn the corner, reappearing sometime later. "And here I thought the Ruins were boring. But you made them SO interesting! I can't wait to see what you'll do next." I grin mischievously, knowing full well that I'm getting under your skin.

giggles "Don't worry, Chara-chan~ I won't hurt you~"

Frisk looks up at you from where she's lying on the cold ground, her eyes searching yours for any sign of disapproval or pity. But all she sees is tenderness and desire, and it gives her courage. "I... I could try," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.

You smile reassuringly, moving closer to her on the ground. Carefully, you lift her into your arms, cradling her like a precious treasure as you carry her back to their makeshift bed.

You lay down with Frisk, supporting her head with one hand as you look into her eyes. She looks so delicate and beautiful despite the harsh conditions they've been living in, and for a moment, you can almost imagine that she's someone else entirely... someone who deserves better than this life has given them.