Unfortunately, yes.

As your senses slowly return, the first thought that crosses your mind is about how cold you feel.

Am I dead? You can’t help but wonder, almost too afraid to open your eyes to see what fate awaits you now. You are naked, but not restrained; every last shred of clothing stripped from you and replaced with the metal collar biting into your neck.

Still feeling weak and nauseous from Sindarion’s trap, you remain slumped where you are against a bleak, grey wall. The friction of the rough stone against your delicate skin offers little comfort and you weakly squirm. A chilly draft from the storm outside slips through the cracks in the room, caressing your sensitive body almost teasingly.

Your nipples are stiff and your pussy lips twitch in response to the cold as a single tear slides down your cheek. Already, your body is beginning to betray you; the last thing you should be feeling is the tingle of perverse pleasure coming from how helpless you are…

“Inscendia.” You whisper a fire-making charm. Though you mastered nonverbal casting when you were seventeen, simply breaking the gloomy silence is comforting in its own way.

A shadow falls across you as the tiny flame flickers to life in your palm. “Awake at last, I see. At first I thought of reviving you with a spell, but then I remembered we’re going to be together for a long, long time!” Sindarion taunts, “So, I went ahead and decorated your new home instead.”

He waves a skeletal hand at the walls in the room, alerting you to a number of racks lined up against them. Each rack is overflowing with a variety of bondage and **** equipment, and you shiver involuntarily at the sight. You see chains, whips, vicious-looking clamps, and dildos of varying sizes among the countless other nightmarish devices on each rack.

By now, every fiber in your body is screaming at you to attack Sindarion. You reluctantly hold yourself back, knowing that he decided against sealing your magic for a reason.

“You have already bested me, Sindarion. If you had any honor, you would finish me off now.” you spit at his feet.

Sindarion laughs: “Have you not hounded me for the past decade? You should know I am anything but honorable. No, I’m going to enjoy watching the Dominatus curse break you into my perfect, submissive toy!”

His final words makes your blood run cold. The Dominatus curse is the ultimate contract of slavery and one of the darkest forms of magic to exist. In its early stages, it allows the caster to punish a disobedient victim with pain. Once the curse fully takes root, victims become completely incapable of resisting its user’s demands. Transforming a free person into a mindless **** lasts about a week, but especially defiant victims may retain their sanity for years.

Worst of all, the only way known to break the curse requires the caster to willingly perform a complex ritual. Killing Sindarion would merely cause it to spiral out of control, turning you into the perfect **** for the first person that claims you. The horrifying reality of your situation finally begins to dawn on you, and it takes you all your willpower to **** back your tears.

“I see you recognize the curse, Thalia! It was devilishly tricky to prepare the first time, but I’m sure you’ll make it worth it. Now...”