He simply takes you away.

“Just leave it. I already have a buyer. The flesh monger down at the pit wants a pure elf for some kind of ritual. He didn’t seem to care if it was male or female.” Then Sebastian leans in close to your face and smiles, “Once you add the money I took from you, what I am getting from your parts, even after paying to grow you a new arm, and the money from your sale, I am making over a quarter of a million just from you. Thanks.” Then he walks away laughing, “And you thought I was just fucking you physically.”

The doc is then back in your face as he clips on a tight leather collar with a single large ring in the front to hook on a leash, “Oh the poor thing. Once Malion get’s his grubby fingers into someone they are never the same.” Then to your shock and horror he steps out and brings in a large nylon bag and proceeds to fold you up, revealing just how flexible you are now, and stuff you in the bag. Several thumps and bumps later that you don’t really feel, and you hear the sound of an engine roar to life.

As you lie there, crammed into that tight dark space, the feeling in your body slowly comes back. To your surprise there is really no pain, the only real problem is you have to breathe slow and steady, as you are quite literally stuffed in a bag, and your knees are pressed against your torso. ‘At least they cut air holes.’ You think to yourself, trying to fathom how this all went so horribly wrong.

Then you are once again moved, loud music and what sounds like industrial machinery or some huge engine roaring assails your ears inside of the bag. Finally after being carried for nearly an hour through whatever madness or horror is going on in this place, you are dropped to the ground. As the bag is unzipped you try to fight, but your limbs don’t really want to work, and they don’t even give you much of a chance as all they do is reach in and clamp some kind of hook that locks closed around the ring in the collar around your neck. You are then hauled out of the bag and to your feet by an immense 9’ tall creature you assume is a troll, but looks just like a minotaur of legend. He holds you effortlessly at bay as you now see the collar is hooked to a 10’ pole that he is holding. A few blinks later you bring the world into focus and you are stunned to see what you could only describe as hell. Far overhead you can see a metal grate of some kind with throngs of people partying with loud overbearing music. You are standing on a rock outcropping over a sea of fire at the edge of a narrow stone bridge. Beyond the bridge all you can see is a huge infernal fanged skull rock, the mouth apparently the entrance to a cavern of some kind from which you can faintly hear the screams and moans of whatever poor souls are held beyond.

The creature pushes you toward the bridge and commands, “Walk.” You then find yourself thrust forward so hard you are momentarily suspended from the collar and have to clutch at the pole guiding you so as not to ****. Finally you regain your footing and walk forward to whatever fate awaits you. The heat is incredible as you cross the bridge. The stone teeth trip you up a bit as you enter the mouth and descend the sloping passage beyond. Finally, deep in the cavernous depth you arrive at a massive oaken door bound in iron large enough to let a giant pass. You can’t help but feel afraid as the door creeps open slowly, especially when you see that is being pushed open by gaunt naked hairless slaves that are chained to the inside of the door by a collar much like the one you wear. You are thrust forward past the opening and into the massive hellish glowing red marbled palace like hall beyond. As your footfalls echo down the 20’ wide hall with frescos of orgies and **** decorating the walls almost seeming to move as if alive.

Then a booming voice issues forth as you ascend the massive steps at the end of the hall and the room beyond enters view, “I see my new pet has arrived.” You see in front of you sitting on a massive golden throne is a huge blob of a man. If he were standing you would imagine he would be just under 7’ tall and clearly weighing in at over 600lbs. He is wearing only a black leather loincloth and his skin is an odd shade of red. To his right and left chained to the throne are 3 beautiful human women, all with shaved heads, and all attached by collars like the one you now wear. However unlike the previous examples, these appear perfectly healthy. “I am sad to say I am going to give you a test. If you do very well I may let you leave here as my new operative, if you do not you will either find yourself at my side, operating my machinery, or feeding my beasts.” He then holds up his hand and what looks like a shimmering pool of black oil appears on the floor in front of you. The creature holding you pulls a lever on the pole holding you and the clasp at your neck lets go of your collar freeing you. He then tells you what you are to do, “The test is simple, jump in, and survive.”