Elis Euryale's prisoner has been strictly tied up on the bondage chair of the dungeon. She gloves up elegantly, and her sadistic smile lights up as her eyes cross his panicked eyes. Her long leather gloves touch and caress the skin of the one they are about to sm*ther without mercy. Then it's time to remind him how precious life is, how delightful it was to freely breathe a minute ago... The gloved hands slowly grab the neck and hold tight, then tighter and tighter... Then the hands sm*ther the mouth and the nose, without a second of rest. His face expresses clearly the emotions he is going through, and the fact she is in control of his life now and every second... And he knows it.
