Damnation

But they never came, instead, a warm light flickered against her eyes.

Hoat stood over her, torch in hand, waving it down slightly. The goblins were afraid of it and had huddled away to a dark corner of the theatre.

Ciri looked up with unfocused eyes, Hoat was grinning down at her.

"Nice try," he looked back to the theatre.

Many were dead in the crowded theatre, but more were alive. The centipede was cut near in half, a few ghoul corpses lay in the aisles. The guards had managed to take back control.

"You can't stop this," Hoat said, "You dumb whore. You thought before was bad, I am going to destroy your mind and soul. This was what you were meant to be. I know not what made you do this, but it's over".

He spat, then turned around to guards. "Bath, manacles, my chamber', he barked and walked away, leaving Ciri to slowly fade away into unconsciousness. "And take her sword to smith. It will make a fine chain'.

Months later, a merchant was led into a room in the theater building. Sun shined brightly through closed curtains, illuminating a woman laying on rich, four post bed. She was beatiful, dressed in revealing silks, her long ashen hair splayed across silks.

A chain ran from collar around her neck to a wall. She looked with empty eyes at ceiling. The woman sported a small bump on her belly.

'Our finest stock', said a raven haired woman behind him. 'Please enjoy'.

Merchant moved onto the bed, dropping his robe to the ground. Before he could even say something, the woman had her lips around his hardening cock and hand below her waist.

She moaned in pleasure.