Kiva's high-heeled boots click on the cold, hard floor as she circles Iris, her prey. She can see the fear in his eyes, the tension in his body, and it excites her. She grabs a handful of his hair, forcing him to look up at her. "You exist to serve me, to please me," she growls. She raises her leg, and with a swift, powerful movement, she kicks him in the balls. Iris doubles over, gasping, but Kiva drags him back up, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Again," she hisses, and Iris, his face pale but determined, braces himself for another round of brutal ball-busting.