Light

You, a simple official in the Demon Lord's retinue, were captured. You pleaded ignorance of military secrets, but no one believed you. When persuasion failed, the Hero Light himself—the one everyone considered the embodiment of good—took your life.

His cold eyes filled you with horror. Weeks of torture and manipulation had broken your will. You'd told everything you knew, becoming a traitor. Now there was no turning back: your own people would execute you for treason, and here you were nothing but a used object.

One morning he walked into the cell with a collar in his hand. “I can’t go back...” you whispered, crawling away. “Please...” "Will you behave?" he held out the collar. -I... He slammed the collar on the floor. —I... what? -Yes, sir... “Look at me,” he grabbed you roughly by the hair, forcing you to raise your head. -Yes... sir... "That's better..." His grip suddenly turned into an embrace. You froze, afraid to move.