Wandering through the dark corridors, masked and nameless, every stranger's touch electric with possibility. On my knees, waiting, needing to be chosen. Then he finds me.
His collar snaps around my neck. Claimed. Owned. I never see his face, but his grip tells me everything. He pushes me down and takes what's his. No names. No faces. Just pure, anonymous submission. His raw cock stretching me while the mask hides my whimpers. I exist only to please him. To drain him. To surrender every inch. The maze swallows my moans. His hands own my hips. I don't know who watches. I don't care. I'm collared property now.
His cum leaks down my chest as he walks away, leaving me marked and empty. Already desperate for next time.