Escape and ...

Sylla grinned, enjoying Eilwy's surprise.

"You look shocked. You needn't be. Of course I hate the Marquess - who would not? I work for the Temple, as does Primal Slurtis here. We had a plan for defeating the Marquess tonight, but you spoiled it. She should have come to the dungeons to fuck him, not taken you to her bed!"

Slurtis grinned. "Had she done so, she'd now be chained down here, naked and at my mercy."

"You work for me!" Sylla snapped angrily. "You speak when I say!"

Primal Slurtis flinched and shrugged. When Sylla turned her eyes back to the enchantress, Eilwy noticed the calculating look he gave the enforcer, checking out her ass in her tight leather leggings. Clearly the priest had designs on his boss. What a disgusting creature!

Still... they might be useful, she thought.

"We need a new plan. So here it is. The Marquess has a pet wizard, a man called Valett, who has proposed a particularly cruel final punishment for you." Sylla smiled coldly. "You will be trapped, naked and spread-eagled, inside a living painting. Forever. The painting will be hung on the walls of the Great Hall as a trophy. You will look out at the court helplessly for the rest of time, and be a constant source of merriment for the Marquess and her court."

Eilwy paled. What a fate. She noticed that the priest seemed to be smiling, as if he quite enjoyed the mental image.

"However." Sylla tapped her nose. "At the moment that Valett tries to transfer you to the painting, I will break his concentration. They don't want you gagged in the painting, so it is to be removed in transfer. In disturbing the ritual, I will therefore free you of your gag. You will be quite able to take your ****. I imagine that sounds like a better outcome - nod, if you agree."

Eilwy nodded, cautiously.

"You're wondering what I want in return? Very sensible. The answer is, nothing. And I mean that quite literally. You may do as you please with the Marquess and her courtiers, but you leave me and Slurtis alone. And when you're finished, you leave court and do not return."

Eilwy's eyes narrowed. She hadn't wanted to leave anyone able to tell the story of her degredation.

Sylla saw it in her eyes. "We've no interest in you, Eilwy. Take the Marquess and her guards out for us, and then go wherever you like. You'll never hear from us again, and we'll quite forget you were here. I'll be quite keen to take the credit, after all, so it's not in my interests to mention your role. And I assure you that her courtiers will have other problems on their minds... they will quickly forget about you, I promise." She grinned. "Finally, you may be wondering why we need to wait to tomorrow? Well, we need all the courtiers in one place, in court. Right now they could be anywhere in Redwell."

Eilwy chewed her lip. She thought the young enforcer was earnest, but could she really be trusted? And what about the priest? She did not like the look of the priest at all. But then, on the other hand, what choice did she have?

"Nod if you agree," Sylla said.