The young man gritted his teeth as he crawled closer to the Young Master, who sat in his chair like a king watching a dog beg for food. The Young Master relished the sight of beautiful men and women trembling before him, deriving pleasure from their fear. He didn't care if the person riding his cock is a woman or a man; what mattered was their beauty. He had amassed a collection of such individuals in his basement, and those who disobeyed met a grim fate after being toyed with by the Coltons' Young Master.
And there were those who fought tooth and nail for survival, much like the young man standing before him. They had battled against the relentless onslaught of zombies outside, only to find themselves imprisoned within the confines of the Coltons' villa, reduced to mere objects of pleasure. Fueled by resentment, they are not even treated as proper human beings because they are another mouth to feed when the shelter is already starting to get low on supplies.
