Drink the whiskey...

"One last drink then?" The little Gnome asked as your hand grips the mug, you imagine yourself crushing his head with it. Nostrils twitching as the smell of that strong **** makes your mouth salivate, no point in letting good whiskey go to waste.

"Well... alright, one last drink." You grunt taking a mouthful of the powerful liquor, swirling it around in your mouth before letting the fiery liquid slid down your throat. "Ammm damn that really is the good stuff." You grunt taking another drink, Kynth standing there watching you. The little Gnome drinking from his own glass, not saying anything just listening to you. "That really was a dirty trick..." You snort gulping down another long drink, enjoying the taste of that strong ****. "You don't know how lucky you are..." You snort at mellowing more than a bit as you drink, Kynth's words replaying in your mind. "I was so mad... right after the spell was broken. I almost pinned you to the wall with that boar spear, you where luckily the Orc's were attacking." Reaching up you touch the bandage on your shoulder, the wound is still throbbing softly. "If our lives hadn't been in danger..." You gulp down more of that fiery drink, glancing at your glass seeing that it was almost empty. Licking your licks you glance around Kynth's office, blinking owlishly as your vision blurts a bit. "Do you really love me? You said that you loved me."

"I really enjoying what we were doing together, I loved you in my own way." Kynth repeated as he watched your eyes glaze over, that big head starting to wobble on your thick neck. "I never wanted to hurt you... I was always very careful no one abused you. Because I care about you, now why don't you finish your drink." You lift your glass draining the last of the liquid from it, noticing the tiny sparking residue in the bottom of the glass. "I really couldn't do without you... my friend."

"Wait... wha... wha..." You grunt starring at the residue for a long moment, your **** befuddled mind at last putting two and two together. "You fuckin' **** me... you little fucking bastard." You snarled lunging clumsily at Kynth, as the little Gnome skips nimbly away from your big hands. Falling out of your chair, you lay moaning on the office floor as you body just stops working. As you watch Kynth walks to the door, letting the fat old half Elf tattoo artist into the room.

"Alright I want three tattoo's on him this time." The little Gnome watching as he tattoo's the Signet onto the center of your broad green back, next they shave your hairy armpit placing a second one there.

"This is highly irregular... I never have to do this more than once. All my Signets work find... I have never had one fail to take." The half Elf seems a bit offended that Kynth is making him put three tattoo's on a single male, since his work is general perfect. They grab your moaning body, rolling you over onto your back having the third tattoo put on the back of your hefty green scrotum. “That's it... that's all you can't put more that three **** tattoo's on one person the magic would destroy his mind.” The fat old half Elf grunted, as he packed up his things as the Gnome kneels over you stroking your hair gently.

"Wow you really are dumb buddy." Kynth whispered as your eyelids flutter, opening slightly as you look at him glassy eyed. "There... there now you will be mine forever." He whispers leaning down to kiss your cheek, as your mind is flooded with love for your master.