Kneel before the goddess, her feet a testament to her power. She expects reverence, her every command obeyed without question. Yet, you falter, and her displeasure is swift. The crack of her whip echoes, its sting searing your flesh. You whimper, but she cares not, her gaze locked on her reflection in your terrified eyes. She will break you, mold you into the perfect slave, one lash at a time.