Insult her

“Well the statue reflects you,” you say cold, “so it should be no surprise that it will look ugly.”

Instead of an answer the dark witch snaps her fingers and you immediately feel the intense pain around your neck. You clutch your collar but cant get rid of it. After a moment you go to your knees. Suddenly the pain stops and you take breath. But out of nowhere you get a kick against your head and fall on your back. Then a foot pushes down on your head and presses it against the bottom under you.

“You are dangerously close to a punishment you would not survive,” Keylara tells you angry, “I would hate it to get rid of you as long as you are useful. Especially because you have the potential to become a really good **** one day. For now I will take your suffering as a excuse for your stupid behavior. You will learn your place someday. On an easy way or on the hard way. If not the consequence could be very unpleasant.”

“For whom of us?” you ask as cheeky as you can considering the pain you are in, “one day I defeat you, get my life back and you will wake up in a cell. And then you will hope that you would have been much nicer to me.”

“Dream your silly dream, idiot,” Keylara says and spits on the ground in front of you, “because this dream is all you have. I have the power, the magic, the army and so the victory. And I decide about your life. But enough of this. I didn't wanted you here just to argue with you. I want to show you something. Ella, we take a short break. Give the goblins something else to do until I'm back.”

The dwarf called Ella nods and hands her mistress a towel. Keylara takes her foot from your head, wipes her sweat away and drops the towel on your face. Then she walks over to the door.

“Follow me on your knees like the fucking animal you are,” the witch commands, “rebel scum like you doesn't deserves it to walk upright like a human.”