You decide to get out of this mansion as soon as possible... Let gnome Kynth Gwyn die at the hands of angry orc raiders... This vile gnome deserves such a ...

Glancing back you watch Caelan lift a concealed panel in the floor swiftly running down the stairs into the darkness. Quickly you throw the boar spear at the mass of green bodies, before turning to follow the retreating noble down into the darkness closing the trap door after you. Your half Orc eyes adjust to the darkness, allowing to to see where no human could do so. It doesn't take you long to find the Duke stumbling along the escape tunnel, feeling his way along the rough rocky wall slowly. Reaching up you rub your fingers over the destroyed tattoo, knowing that the magic controlling you was gone. Your lip's rolling back into a wicked grin, as you realize that things have turned around and the human was at your mercy now.

You are quickly making your way through a dark underground tunnel and you are trying to catch up with the person you furiously hate as quickly as possible...

So, you are walking through a secret underground tunnel... You realize with cruel joy that you will soon overtake the person with whom you passionately desire ****... The wound from the jagged orc arrow continues to hurt. Your blood drips from your shoulder directly onto the stone floor of this underground tunnel. But you don't stop walking and you quickly lick this wound with your tongue. The ongoing pain from the wound does not at all distract you from thoughts of terrible **** on this vile human aristocrat who took advantage of your helplessness due to a magical tattoo. You hope that your saliva on the wound will promote faster healing. The taste of your own blood on your tongue is nothing new to you. Even at a younger age, you have often felt a similar taste after your participation in some kind of street fight.

You think: “Incredible... I could never have imagined that I would rejoice at being hit with an arrow! But in my current situation, I can only be grateful to that orc who tried to kill me with a bow and missed! I survived and this damn magical tattoo was cut off from my body! Now I need to talk a little with this shitty human aristocrat..."

After five minutes of brisk walking, you see a silhouette ahead. This figure stopped at some section of the wall. The impression arises that this person is looking for something in the dark. You come closer and you are convinced that this is exactly the one you need. This is the same human aristocrat who mocked you, humiliated you, fucked you like some pathetic, weak-willed and effeminate whore...

You move even closer and with a strong jerk of your hand you grab his shoulder. You make him turn to you. As a result, you stand face to face with this arrogant human aristocrat. You see him holding in his hands a miniature amulet that emits a faint stream of light. It was probably thanks to this amulet that Caelan was able to move relatively quickly through the tunnel and find the necessary hidden levers to open the hidden doors.

The appearance of this aristocrat was almost the same as before: beautiful blue eyes; elegant blonde hair that reached her shoulders; a slim body; luxurious camisole...

However, Caelan's arrogant appearance now bore a hint of fear. He looked at your face with an expression of **** surprise mixed with feverish horror. He stared blankly at your face.

He could only mumble: “What!?... Who is this!?... Don’t touch me!...”

You responded pleasantly by punching Caelan in the stomach. Human immediately fell to the stone floor. You began to wait amicably for him to get up and regain his breathing.

You thought: “The conversation with this fucking shit-eater will not be very fast... I want him to feel a whole sea of of torments...”

A minute later, Caelan was able to rise with difficulty. He sobbed and groaned. Tears flowed from his eyes. He staggered and leaned towards the tunnel wall. His trembling hands held a glowing amulet. Thanks to the light, Caelan was able to see your face in the darkness of the tunnel.

He said: “Who are you? Ah... I understand... You are one of these whore-slaves that belong to gnome Kynth Gwyn..."

After Caelan called you the term "whore-****" you reacted quite predictably. Your knee very quickly came into contact with the groin of this human aristocrat. Caelan yelped in sharp pain and fell to the stone floor again. He began to cry because of fear and extremely unpleasant pain.

While he was lying on the floor, you said: “I think you shouldn’t call me any derogatory words like “whore-****” or other similar... After all, I can provide you with very unpleasant consequences... By the way, if you are wondering what happened to my magical tattoo, then I can say that it no longer exists. I was lucky: an orc arrow cut off a piece of my skin where this tattoo was located... Now magical shitty tricks will not allow such a vile scum like you to continue to mock me... Now I will mock you, scum! »

Soon Caelan was able to stop whining in pain. He stopped lying on the floor and took a sitting position. He leaned his back against the stone wall of the tunnel and shone his amulet in your direction. You looked into his face and saw that his face was wet with tears. This fact only brought you pleasure.

Caelan said slowly and quietly: “Listen... guy... Please... don't hit me... Listen to me... You know who I am, right?”

You answer with a grin: “You are a weak and vile scum that I will slowly smear across the walls of this tunnel. I will try to ensure that you receive the maximum possible **** in this case...”

Caelan winces in pain and says: “Okay... You're right... You're completely right, guy... I'm a scoundrel and a scum... But I ask you to just think... After all, I'm not just some rich Orlanian nobleman. I am Caelan Lamitrin... I am the Duke of a large fief called "Forest Reach" and which includes the city of Ranelborg and other small forest towns of this forested area in the east of the Sacred Kingdom of Orlania..."

You understand that the words of this aristocrat are true since you remember that this is how the armed guards and other servants in the mansion addressed him. Your Grace the Duke Caelan. This appeal sounds very respectable. You remember rumors about the Duke of these lands that you heard from your acquaintances in the city of Ranelborg: he became Duke about ten years ago under the mysterious circumstances of the **** of his elder brother. As Duke of Forest Reach, he was rumored to be erratic, depraved, and cruel.

So, you chose to respond to Caelan’s words as follows: “I don’t give a damn about who you are and what noble title you have, you shit-eater!”

To prove your point, you spat right in Caelan's face. Now you see that, in addition to tears, the face of this human aristocrat is covered with your saliva. Your saliva drips down his eyebrow and onto his cheek.

However, for some reason your action did not discourage Caelan...

He continued to say: “I understand the reasons for your anger... You have reasons to hate me... However, think for yourself what will happen if you **** and torment me for a long time in this tunnel? The orc raiders will soon find this tunnel... After all, they will turn everything upside down in the mansion in search of prey... The orc raiders will not spare anyone: they will kill both me and you..."

You smile and say, “Are you implying that I should give you a quick ****, scum? Perhaps you should start begging me for it and start crawling on your knees at my feet..."

The Duke continues his speech: “There is something else... Besides the orc raiders... Think of the consequences the disappearance or **** of the Duke will cause! An investigation into all these tragic events will begin. The guards will quickly find out that in the secluded forest mansion of the Duke there were employees of a brothel that belongs to the gnome Kynth Gwyn.. The guards will also quickly find out that one of the brothel employees mysteriously disappeared during an attack by orc-raiders. The guards will have a theory that the orc attack was a planned crime, which would not have been possible without the help of the traitors who were inside the mansion. How else were the orc raiders able to cross the border? Why didn't the border guards raise the alarm? Why were the orcs able to capture the mansion so easily? Obviously, the guards will decide to look for you throughout the entire territory of the Duchy of Forest Reach... They will look for you throughout the vast territory of the Duchy and it will be impossible for you to live normally in any of the settlements of the Duchy of Forest Reach... And if they find you, it will be very bad for you... I think you yourself Do you understand what methods the guards will use in relation to a person who is suspected of committing such a serious crime..."

Caelan's chatter gave you a slight headache. So when he fell silent, you kicked his ribs a little with your feet. However, his words have some rational basis. You understand that, most likely, your life will be completely destroyed and you will be hunted throughout the Duchy of Forest Reach.

You growl slightly and ask this human: “What do you mean? Why all this pathetic bullshit of yours?”

Caelan says in a trembling voice: “Understand that the main reason for your misfortunes lies not in me... You were betrayed by the one you considered a friend - gnome Kynth Gwyn... I didn't put this magical tattoo on your body. It wasn't me who manipulated you day after day. I did not deceive you like Kynth Gwyn did for selfish reasons... All these vile deeds were done by gnome Kynth Gwyn... I offer you the best option on how to survive: you and I get out of this long tunnel (only I know how to open the exit from the tunnel, which located in the depths of the forest at a distance of about a mile from the mansion); then you accompany me to the nearest human settlement. For my salvation, I will give you a lot of money and I will give you valuable magical things... After this, you and I will never see each other and you will be able to live calmly and freely..."

You are puzzled by this proposal. Conflicting aspirations are fighting in your mind: the desire to take terrible **** and the desire to ensure your future in the best possible way.