Golden Chains

As usual when travelling between realms, Elza's vision briefly flashed dark, then light before she opened her eyes. She was in what looked like a dungeon – not unusual, mortals liked hiding their fiendish rituals – with walls of smooth grey stone. Instead of torches, small glowing orbs lit the walls of the room, some sort of magical light. The walls of the room housed busy shelves, cluttered desks, and several closed chests, but the thing that drew her attention was the room's single other occupant.

Standing 6 feet in front of her, wearing a simple robe and holding an ornate open book stood a human man. He looked to be in his late thirties, with light facial hair and close-cut dark brown hair. His features were soft, but his expression was hard as he looked over Elza. She was used to catching mortals' attention, but this look was different. Instead of awe at her physical beauty, he seemed to be... inspecting her? No, not her...

Looking down, Elza saw the summoning circle inscribed on the floor with glowing lines and runes. This was far more ornate than any she'd seen before. She recognized the runes for the demon realm, the ones that were used to call a succubus, but there were dozens of other runes and sigils that she had no guess as to their purpose. As she glanced around, she felt a weight on her arms, which was unusual as she hadn't worn anything. Elza lifted an arm to find a thick golden shackle on her wrist, perfectly fitted to her slender arm. A matching one was on the other arm and her legs were similarly adorned. Moving again, she felt a weight around her neck and a quick touch confirmed it. A collar was fastened around her neck. She could feel no seam or clasp.

For the first time she could remember, her confidence wavered.