Distrust Her

This is clearly a trap; a ploy to poison your mind. Some new unforeseen **** concocted by the Mistress.

Shaking your gagged head vociferously, you scoot your naked body across the floor as far away from this demonic vixen as possible. Your eyes go wide as you hit the back wall of your cell and stare wildly at the woman.

Her physical features are rife with demonic taint. How could you possibly trust someone who looks like that?

You continue to vocally voice your disapproval as she raises her hands and says, “Okay, okay…have it your way.”

You calm down at the sound of her resignation. The demon-girl smiles slightly towards you with sympathy and sadness in her eyes. “I get it. I was once in a cell just like this.”

You regard her with skeptical eyes as she looks at her hands for a few moments. “We must all look alike to you. Can’t trust a monster, right?”

You nod slightly. She seems genuinely offended by your treatment, but perhaps that’s all part of the plan. You won’t give her an inch.

She frowns as she looks over at your abused body. “No pressure, friend. As I said…I get it. I’ll come back another day to see if you’ve changed your mind.”

She gives you a sad smile before bowing and taking her leave.

You ponder the strangeness of that interaction. While your reservations certainly are warranted, the girl didn’t strike you as innately evil or malicious like the other vile creatures in this befouled place.

You wonder whether you made the right choice. After all, having a friend on the outside could prove immensely beneficial.

Either way, the Mistress will be paying you another visit in the near future. You opt to set your focus on the big decision ahead of you.