The heavy oak door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit chamber within. Amarok hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest, before stepping into the room. The air was thick with anticipation, and the flickering torches cast long shadows across the stone walls.
"Come here, boy," Lucian's deep voice commanded from the shadows. His twin, Julian, stood beside him, their identical features both stern and seductive in the muted light.
Amarok approached them, his steps measured, his body tingling with a mix of fear and excitement. He knew what was expected of him, he lived to serve these men, his Lords.
"Strip," Julian ordered, his eyes burning with desire as he watched Amarok.
With trembling hands, Amarok removed his garments, dropping them to the floor until he stood naked before them. The cool air brushed against his skin, raising goosebumps along his arms and legs.
