Public Humiliation

You take a moment to really consider Vex’ahlia. Her legs are long and toned from walking and running, her hair long and lustrous. It falls messily around her face once your minions had torn it out of the bindings that held it up and burned her owlbear feathers in front of her at your instruction. All part of your plan on how to break the little bitch.

Tilting her face up with one hand, you can see the teeth marks she’s already left in the bit in her mouth where she’s been gnashing and trying to chew through the leather covered wood.

“You’ve always had an affinity for animals haven’t you little elf girl? I know your bear loved you well...well at least until I modified his memory and released him into the wild.”

I smirked at the widening of Vex’ahlia’s eyes and the tears that came to them, whether from sadness or relief at Trinket having survived I wasn’t sure.

“But I think you’d make a good pet...better than a beast master at any rate. So neigh for me pony...neigh and this can go far easier for you than I can make it.”

Reaching down, I tap each of her nipples once with a finger. Vex’ahlia’s nipples growing long and thick as gold hoops pierce them.