1-14 (Bad)

As you pray you can already feel it, loneliness, and your plea for help remains unanswered.

"Aww, you poor little girl, looks like your whore goddess isn't here today", the drow imitates a pitiful tone while putting on her most heartfelt face "busy doing her hair up maybe?"

You wince at the mockery she makes of your goddess, lowering your head in dejection.

The rest of the party tries to put up a fight without you... as they had to often before, but they never stood a chance against the drow and her minions.

The drow suddenly stands before you, putting one of her long, sharp, black fingernails under your chin, raising it to look up to her. Your eyes go wide as your mouth, as she leans down and places a purple ballgag in it, fastening it around your head with black leather straps.

You are then stripped down to your underwear, and tied together with spider silk, before the dark elf leads her newest captives further into the Underdark.