In a dimly lit dungeon, Mistress commands her latest acquisition to kneel before her. She runs a gloved hand over his quivering body, "You will not find mercy here, pet." She attaches clamps to his nipples, tugging roughly, before attaching a weight that pulls him forward. He gasps, but she silences him with a leather gag. She cracks a whip, the sound echoing, as she brings it down on his back, leaving welts. He struggles to maintain position, but she growls, "This is just the beginning."