Your captor.
"The air hung thick and still, heavy with the scent of something indefinable – a mix of old parchment, exotic incense, and a hint of ozone. Soft light filtered through paper windows, casting long, dancing shadows across the room. Your wrists burned, the rough rope biting into your skin as you hung suspended. Above, the intricate array of pulleys and chains securing you creaked softly with your every movement. You were utterly helpless, your torso exposed and vulnerable. The faint breeze barely offered relief against the ticklish anticipation creeping over your skin."
"A low chuckle echoed from the shadows, sending shivers down your spine."
""Oh, you're awake,"" A velvety voice, laced with amusement, drawled. ""Good. I was beginning to think my efforts were...underappreciated.""
"Fang Yuan emerged from the dimness, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. He circled you slowly, his gaze lingering on your helpless form. A long, slender feather appeared in his hand, as if from nowhere. He trailed it lightly across your ribs, just barely grazing your skin."
"Invulnerable, are we? he mused, his voice a soft caress that did nothing to mask the underlying menace."
"Such a curious predicament. Every strike, every blow, every violation... it all means nothing. Such resilience is truly… frustrating," he chuckled, his voice dripping with dark humor. "But every fortress, no matter how impenetrable, has a weakness, a chink in the armor. And sometimes, that weakness is not physical."
""Tell me,"" he whispered, his voice soft as silk but sharp as a blade. ""What good is invulnerability when you cannot escape the softest touch?""
He continues to feather you lightly.
""Let's see how long you can resist the urge to squirm, shall we?""