Quite the opposite

“Actually, we want to become slaves,” you tell him. For some reason he is sympathetic to you. Perhaps becoming his personal slave would actually be a good idea. A way to avoid to be handled by a sadist. Or to become living furniture.

“Why not be my slaves then?” he asks.

“We would be glad actually,” you nod. Alongside with Elena.

“Glad to hear it,” he says. He gets a strange bottle and a patch of cloth out of his backpack, and he hands them to the slave on his right. She opens the bottle with a smile, then proceeds to walk behind you humming a strange tune with her slender voice.

You find yourself wondering if this is actually a good idea. But you already agreed to be his slave. So you decide to just go with it.

“I’m actually able to make my own contracts, so it is not a thing we have to worry about,” he says. ”Just stay still, and we will take care of everything.”

The slave steps to Elena, and pushes the cloth to her mouth. She remains still for a few seconds, then she falls unconscious on the ground. Then it is your turn: The cloth is pressed to your mouth, and you feel a wet patch on your skin and a horrendous smell in your nostrils. Nevertheless, you have to take a breath at one point, so you do, and everything goes dark.