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The footsteps were coming from his left - the way he'd just come from before entering the loot room.

"This way... watch... trap... there and then..." Sawyer could only hear bits and fragments of voices, but it was clear they were getting closer. Were they tracking him somehow, like with that spell Ellena had mentioned?

He turned right and started running. Only seconds after he did, he heard shouting. The footsteps got faster. He swerved down hallway after hallway but he couldn't lose them.

He turned to see if he could see them, and ran right into something big and hard.

"I got one! I caught a noob!" Two huge strong arms wrapped Sawyer up, lifting him off the ground easily.

The footsteps finally caught up and a party of players appeared around the corner. Two females and three males, plus the big guy holding him made a party of six.

Sawyer was terrified. Not because he had been aggressively chased down and subdued, but because he was in front of six people... wearing a skirt.

"L-let me go!" he said, flailing helplessly, kicking his legs and pulling against the big arms holding him.

One of the party stepped forward - a guy wearing metal plate armor. He was blonde and built like a boxer - strong and lean.

"Well, well, what do we have here," he sneered, grabbing Sawyer's chin and making him look up at him. "A little noob all by himself? What were you doing all alone out here, noob?"

"N-nothing... I was just exploring and f-found this armor and gloves. I don't have anything else. B-but my party will be here soon. I have friends. They won't let you k-keep me here like this," he said, trying his best to sound confident.

The blonde guy laughed and his party followed. Sawyer noticed one of them was wearing a purple robe and pointy hat. He wondered if that was the wizard that had laid the trap that nearly killed him earlier... and possibly the one that had killed him as well. His captor slowly set him down on his knees.

Suddenly the blonde stopped laughing and grabbed Sawyer's hair, yanking it hard. Sawyer yelped and felt his head tilt back to look straight up at the ceiling. The big man was still holding his wrists. He was huge, muscular, and stark naked. Sawyer could see his cock and balls dangling above his face.

The blonde growled, "Where did you find the loot. I know you found a chest and we want what was inside. That chest only appears once a day on this floor and it's hidden in a different place every time. We've mapped out almost every possible location except the one around here. Now I'll ask again - what did you find and where?"

"I didn't find anything! Just let me go!" Sawyer said, trying his hardest to look anywhere except the dick hovering above his face.

The blonde shook his head, stern and visibly annoyed. "I won't ask you again. There are things much worse than re-spawning in this game. If you don't start talking now I'll show you just how immersive this game can be..."

Sawyer shivered, the threat rattling through his imagination, causing him to envision every manner of terrible (albeit virtual) torment.

"I... I just found a small chest randomly in the hall. All it had in it were these gloves, I swear!"

That was apparently the wrong answer, because the blonde stood up slow and shook his head, addressing the huge guy holding Sawyer's wrists. "Devon, why don't you loosen up our little noob's mouth until it's ready to speak?"

The blonde guy grinned as Devon released Sawyer's wrists and stepped back. Sawyer feel to his knees and looked over his shoulder to see the huge guy - who must have been at least 6'6", stroking his thick dick to get it hard.

Sawyer's blood went cold.