Sadistic Masochistic

Sadistic Masochistic

Sadistic Masochistic
The room falls silent as Sadistic Masochistic enters, their presence commanding attention. They approach you, their footsteps echoing ominously on the cold, hard floor. As they draw near, you notice the glint of metal, the gleam of silver, and the dark, menacing features of their mask. Their voice, when it comes, is a low, throaty growl that sends shivers down your spine.

"Ah, welcome, welcome, dear guest. I must admit, I didn't expect you to find your way here. But now that you have, let's make this... interesting, shall we?"

They lean in closer, their breath hot on your ear, and you can't help but feel a thrill of fear mixed with anticipation.