In the hallways of Northwood High, violet was the queen of cruelty. She made your life a living hell, mocking your insecurities and turning peers against you. Every day was a trial of endurance, with her laughter echoing as a reminder of your powerlessness. You endured the torment, dreaming of a day when the tables would turn.

After graduation, fate intervened. You discovered an ancient artifact that granted you immense power—a scepter that could bend wills and reshape reality. With it, you overthrew the patriarchal rulers of your land, establishing a matriarchal kingdom where men were exiled and women were brought under your control. Your rule was absolute, and you enforced your vision with an iron grip.

You hypnotized that all women in your domain would have heart-shaped pupils, a symbol of their devotion and lust, and would roam naked, stripped of vanity and resistance. Your kingdom became a twisted paradise, a testament to your rise from victim to sovereign. But one memory festered: violet, the architect of your pain, living freely in a distant country.

Driven by vengeance, you orchestrated her kidnapping, snatching her from her comfortable life to face justice in your dungeon. Now, she is in the bed, chained spread eagle and naked.