Decline The Offer

You furrow your brow, shaking your head in disgust. “You must have me mistaken for one of your rutting, slutty guards. I don’t take pleasure in the suffering of others.”

The Mistress sneers as she inspects your naked, emaciated form. “You’re wrong, I would never confuse a piece of trash like you with one of them. Their honor and loyalty comes without cost; betrayal isn’t in their nature.”

She stands over you menacingly, marinating you in her musky, corrupt aura. You avert your eyes and shrink away instinctively under the intimidation.

The Mistress roughly grips your face and forces you to stare deeply into the golden wells of her eyes. “You’re just a self-centered cunt, aren’t you? Indignant and self-indulgent right down to the core.”

You glare at her, but find yourself incapable of offering a retort.

“Bratty little bitches get broken quickly in this place, as you’ll soon find out.” She inconsiderately shoves you against the back wall and begins collecting her belongings.

“Luckily for you, I’m a woman of my word. So we’ll start again tomorrow.”

You wince in pain as you rub the back of your head. The Mistress tosses the o-shaped gag idly to one of her guards and gives you a meaningful look.

The guard approaches and roughly seizes your hair. “Go ahead and resist, pet. Give me a reason.”

Considering your shackles and current state of malnutrition, you decide to sagely reject the offer. Sighing in frustration, you allow the guard to once more fasten the gag to your mouth.

The Mistress winks wickedly at you as she exits the cell. “I’ll be sure to send Minerva your regards.”

You fall to the floor as the demonic woman and her guards make their way out of view. Contemplating the result of that interaction, you feel anger and self-pity beginning to pool inside of you. Minerva was a valuable piece on your proverbial chess board, and you just sacrificed her for a pittance; a day free from physical agony.

Any chance of freedom from this place was just surrendered alongside your ally. You know that only two options remain to you:

-Submit and make the best of a bad situation.

-Defy the Mistress until oblivion claims you.

Neither are particularly appealing, but at least you have the day to make up your mind.