With every precise thrust, he’s reminded of his true role not the hunter, but the prey. His desperate whimpers echo his complete surrender as he’s pegged into submission, used, and broken. In this habitat, I am the apex… and he… merely my little prey, utterly devoted, humiliated, and ruined. Owned, enslaved, and existing only to serve and don’t forget this could be you. Show me devotion, prove yourself worthy, and maybe I’ll strip you down to the same fate… my prey, enslaved, owned, and used.