I Muster The Will To Spit In His Face

I gather all of my will and spit in his face to his deal. Despite the magic arousing my sexual urges, I have no desires to become a toy.

"There's no way I can accept that."

He closes his eyes, and his face seems to have been drained of any tolerance and patience. I shrink back a little. He slowly wipes his face off and his stern gaze falls upon me.

"You don't have a choice in the matter. I only offered you a chance to get out, thief."

He points his finger at me, "Take off your weapons." He orders.

Despite my will, my body seems to be influenced by his words. I try to resist but I see my hands sliding to my belt, grabbing my sword and letting it drop on the ground. My eyes are wide as I realize that this pendant has made me subservient to him. I look up at him with wide eyes, realizing how much trouble I am in.

"I have better use for a willing **** but it would seem there is a need to discipline you." He says with a menacing tone. I attempt to speak but he ushers a single word at me

"Silence."

My voice seems to be scared away and I am not able to pronounce another word.