Ask what the fuck is going on

"What the fuck is this?" you ask, and the young man lets out a startled yelp, springing up out of his chair and spinning around. His pants slide down his legs and he nearly falls on his ass as he tries to back away from you. He's not unattractive, just kind of pale and geeky looking, and he has a nice enough cock. You wonder why he's sitting alone in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, jerking off to monster porn. Is he the sorcerer, or just some horny guy who wandered in?

"Y- you got out," he stammers. "Neraem never lets Adventurers escape." Yeah, he's the sorcerer all right. So why isn't he using his magic on you?

"What's the matter?" you ask. "Run out of evil spells to use on me? Or can't you do magic with your 'wand' hanging out like that?"

He looks down at himself, with his trousers bunched around his ankles, and his face flushes scarlet. He starts to bend down and pull his pants up, but considering that you're butt naked, you don't see why he should be dressed. You shove the chair aside and grab him by the arm, jerking him right out of his pants. He strikes at you with one arm and tries to pull away, but it doesn't even hurt. Quickly, you strip off his shirt and toss it out of the way.

"What do you want?" he shouts at you, clearly frightened. Good. Maybe he should get a taste of what you've gone through in the past few hours. Or you could ask for a favor, like the deals he made with all of the creatures in the dungeon.