Amalda pulls out manacles

Being able to only move your eyes, you scan the room, **** for any escape from the situation. You can see a window on the far end of the room, but without any way of reaching it, it’s useless.

Amalda mutterings to herself for a few, long moments, tossing items aside before moving to another drawer and beginning the process again. Finally the noises stop and she returns holding a set of manacles designed to attach both wrists together with another chain running down to a second set of cuffs for both ankles, ensuring that the unlucky wearer could only move around very slowly and would struggle to do anything with their hands.

She strides up to your immobilised body and begins placing the shackles on your limbs, moving you around almost like an over-sized doll. With each cuff, she locks them gives them a strong tug to check they won’t come loose before moving onto the next.

Once finished, she looks up into your eyes with that devilish grin again. She reaches her hand to the back of her belt and your heart skips a beat when it re-emerges holding a sharp dagger. You begin to scream internally, but your body still refuses to move, even when the point of it reaches your throat.

'”Maybe this will make you think twice about messing with people in the future!” Amalda chuckles. Instead of drawing blood, the knife painlessly trails slowly down your skin until it finds the top of your dress. Amalda grips your neckline with her left hand and begins cleanly slicing through your dress, the expensive emerald silk providing no resistance to the blade.

Unable to take the dress off your body because of the manacles, Amalda also repeats the process with your sleeves until your once-beautiful dress falls to the ground in strips, leaving you sitting in only your black underwear as you dread Amalda’s next punishment.