Your HP bar in your mind’s eye flickered. 80%... 60%... The world blurred. You were no longer a hero. You were a vessel.
She stopped behind him. Her hands rested on his shoulders, her touch deceptively gentle.
The ritual began. It wasn't an act of love; it was a conquest. Every touch was calculated to break your mind. As she lowered herself onto you, a searing heat spread through your veins. It was the sensation of leveling down. With every movement, she stole your strength.
The "Sexecute" was an ancient, forbidden rite known only to the darkest rulers. It was a method of draining a prisoner of their life force, their will, and their very soul through an act of ultimate dominance.