After I was dragged back here that night, there was nothing left of me, not even clothes. Marvel confiscated all my stuff, for the second time in my life, and unlike before, he didn't replace them with anything. It depended on his mood to give me something I could wear and use.
Yes, he was serious about teaching me discipline.
The bed sheets beneath my back felt warm as it was affected by my heat. Marvel put the bathrobe on my left and right, exposing my body completely. He poured the lubricant upon the toy on his palm and it cascaded through the gaps in between his fingers. I twitched in surprise at the coldness dripping to my groin.
"Ngh…" I whimpered in nervousness, my shaky eyes fixing on Marvel's hand that started to smear the lubricant around my entrance.
