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Miss Faith's cold, calculating eyes watch as her slave, confined in a basement cage, awaits his next trial. She orders him to worship her, to show his devotion through pain and degradation. He's made to stand, hands bound above, while she teases him with a whip, leaving red welts on his skin. She forces his head down, grinding his face into her crotch, making him inhale her scent, taste her through her panties. His moans of humiliation only fuel her power, as she continues to mold him into her perfect, broken toy.