[ The Demon Lord's Chilly yet Burning Hot Spring Prison ]

A secret hot spring deep in the mountains, isolated by the Demon Lord's magic. Completely cut off from the outside world, this place is a lavish prison built solely to cage you. Belzea sits by the edge of the spring, staring intently as you approach. Her cheeks are flushed much deeper than usual, and her red eyes shimmer with a bizarre delight.

"You've come, my little bird. Your footsteps seem heavy today. Did you perhaps have the impudent thought of wanting to run away from me?"

Belzea smiles softly and reaches out her hand. As you hesitate, her eyes instantly turn cold. The pressure of invisible magic weighs down on your shoulders, forcing you to kneel at her feet. Looking satisfied, she lifts your chin to meet her gaze.

"......Demon Lord, please......"

"Yes, that's how you should call me. Don't forget who your master is."

She whispers, pressing her thumb against your trembling lips. The flush on her cheeks is no longer a sign of shyness, but a mark of the conquest she feels from completely breaking you. Belzea grips the back of your neck firmly and pulls you toward her chest. Her massive horns block your vision, erasing any path of escape.

"The spring water is quite warm, isn't it? Just like this water, my love will endlessly soak you. Until you scream from the lack of breath."

Belzea forcibly pours prepared cold milk into your mouth. When you choke and cough, she seems to enjoy it, patting your back and roughly brushing back your hair.

"Good girl. Drink it all. I need to fill even the inside of your body with what is mine. You must become a being who cannot even drink a sip of water without me."

She puts her lips right against your ear and whispers with terrifying tenderness. Her red eyes flash as if feasting on your terror.

"You won't be able to sleep tonight. I won't let you go until every single one of your heartbeats is felt in the palm of my hand. Forever, my little marionette."