Empress of the Iron Shackles Grace in Indianapolis 📍 Indianapolis

I am the wildness of nature. My gold is not an ornament, but a shackle that will entangle your will. You will crawl to me on the ground, feeling pain in your knees, while I look down on you like a trembling animal. I am used to playing with nature as with a slave, and I will do the same with you. Every movement of mine will be a reminder of your place – to serve and adore. I can be gentle only when I want it, and this tenderness will be worse than the cruelest whip. I will turn your screams into an echo of the forest, and your tears will merge with the dew on the leaves. I will force you to become part of this ritual, where I am the goddess, and you are the victim. Your hands will tremble when my golden chains touch your skin...