[EPILOGUE: "THEIR SLAVE"]

Smotherella and Ava make a great couple, and you make for an excellent slave. You spend your days eating pussy and catering to their every whim. When they deem you to be sufficiently broken, they dress you up in a see-through gown and have you perform menial tasks. You do their chores, wash their dishes, make their food, clean their clothes and clean their bodies. You rub their feet every night after a long day and eventually, other slaves become part of the harem.

Even still, you're their first and favorite slave. A broken warrior, you have no lasting legacy, and your name is quickly forgotten, except for when Ava and Smotherella share stories of their glorious victories in the arena. The humiliation of that defeat eventually subsides, but your pride never heals. You never live down your failure, and spend the rest of your years in service of a real gladiatrix.