Business first; He plans to take you on an adventure.

The pain in your hair redoubles as Sindarion uses it to pull you up onto your feet. He stands a head taller than you, and you feel thoroughly dominated just by being so helpless in his presence. Surprisingly, he does not **** you any further, choosing to ‘clean’ up his monstrous cock with a quick spell instead.

“As much as I’d love to continue with your training, you’ve made quite a mess out of my dungeon’s defenses. Now the time has come to fix what you’ve done!”

He drags you over to a rickety table at the corner of the room. The only objects sitting on it are two charts: one about the tower’s defenses and another showing the lands surrounding it.

“Since you’re my guest, I think it’s only fair that you get to choose where we go first!” Sindarion smirks, pointing a bony finger at the second chart.

Your eyes follow his finger to the town labeled Stormhearth - the only human outpost still standing within thirty miles of this tower. The violent storms of the area, frequent monster attacks, and Sindarion’s raids had wiped out every other settlement long ago.

“I’ll need reagents from an apothecary in Stormhearth to fuel my demonic summonings. There’s also a grotto just two miles away from town that I’ve wanted to visit for some time. My scouts have detected a powerful source of magic within it, and I plan on putting that power to good use.”

Sindarion moves his finger to another label on the chart. “Your other choice is to pay a visit to the Orcs that have recently moved into a nearby cave. At best, they’ll be a very useful addition to my army, and at worst...I’ll wipe them out before they turn into a problem.

“Either way, you’ve got a few moments to decide while I fetch something that’ll make our trip a little more...exciting!”

And with that, your captor teleports away in a thick puff of smoke, leaving you alone with your thoughts for the first time since your capture.