stay, being used by the powerful is your rightful lot in life

You find yourself alone on the unforgiving floor, the remnants of the violation etched into your very being. The taste of Fortuna's cum lingers on your mouth as it drips down your face, leaving a viscid trail that underscores the abject reality of your servitude. The cuffs, biting into your wrists, serve as a cruel reminder of your powerlessness in this den of powerful villains. A profound sense of despair washes over you, a suffocating realization that escape is no longer an option for you...the twisted threads of resignation keep you anchored to the cold floor.

As you hear the Twi'lek's footsteps fading into the distance, the opportunity for freedom stares you in the face. You could run, escape the clutches of this vile palace, and carve a path towards liberation. Yet, an insidious **** keeps you tethered, a perverse longing to submit to the Powerful in this world of degradation and malevolence.

The thought of escape flickers like a distant flame, tempting you with the promise of freedom. Yet, an invisible ****, fueled by the insidious aftermath of Fortuna's violation, roots you to the spot. The pale Twi'lek's lecherous laughter echoes in the recesses of your mind, a haunting reminder that the very essence of your being has been marred by the cruelties of this underworld.

You feel darkness settling in as you lie there, shackled and bound, awaiting your fate...