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Planet Earth, Ming Dynasty year 1556
As soon as the vision began Tarkin knew something was wrong, it started in the same city as his vision from two weeks ago.
A bustling city with crowds of people pushing past each other, vendors yelling out their wares.
Last time he saw this city his vision had followed the first man that was burned to death by the men wearing the strange suits.
This time was different, it was someone he knew, one of the spatial mages he had grown up with in the temple.
The man Tarkin knew as Yonas appears in the middle of the street, some people look at his sudden appearance fearfully but keep on their way.
Yonas stops a couple people and asks them questions, then makes his way to a stately looking building, one of the few stone buildings in the town.
He steps inside and speaks with a man at a desk, telling him of the coming doom and begging him to evacuate the town.
The man does not believe him, and orders him to leave.
Yonas walks back out onto the street and vanishes, appearing in his room in the temple of spatial mages and hurrying off to speak with the elders.
Tarkin didn't understand, why was he being shown a vision of his own people trying to stop a disaster?
He was relieved the elders had actually sent someone to the other places he had seen, although it didn't look like they would be able to stop the burning of the town.
The vision skipped forward in time.
Yonas shifts back to the town and rushes from person to person, frantically telling anyone who will listen to him that they are all about to die if they don't leave.
Screams start up at the edges of the town and Yonas turns to look, men were walking forward spraying fire from long metal hoses attached to metal cylinders on their backs.
People scream and push past each other, hiding in alleys and houses, but the houses and people alike all burn.
Yonas sees a young girl under ten get knocked over and trampled by people frantically rushing to escape the advancing line of flame shooting men.
Yonas runs over to her and grabs her ankle before shifting back to the temple of spatial mages.
He picks her up and carries her to the elders, asking what he should do with the one person he managed to save.
The elders tell him to place her in the orphanage of Ranock, where she will have the best chance at a decent life.
Yonas shifts onto a rooftop in Ranock and looks around, shifting into unoccupied spaces as he makes his way to the orphanage.
He drops the girl off with one of the caretakers and promises to come back and check on her, then shifts back to his room in the temple.
The vision seemed to run at super speed for a couple of days of Yonas' life before returning to normal.
Yonas walks to the temples hired healer mage looking sick as a dog. He goes in to see the healer and the healer tells him she does not know what is wrong with him and to get some rest.
He returns to his room and lies down in his bed to sleep. Blood begins to run from his eyes, ears, and nose, he starts convulsing and choking up blood, then he lies still.
Just like all the rest of Tarkin's visions, as soon as the first person died his view soared above and away to the place where the greatest concentration of death occured.
Tarkin knew where his view was flying to before he arrived, high above the orphanage of Ranock.
He felt the lives snuffing out, felt the disease being spread by terrified spatial mages shifting away from the temple to escape.
Saw traders and travelers inflicted with the disease in Ranock using the gateway to travel to Crossroads, and from there through the other three gateways to yet more cities and towns.
The death was on a scale he had never felt before in his visions, the most he could remember was around three million casualties.
This time it was over one billion.
Now Tarkin knew why the men were burning the whole city in his vision, they had been trying to purge a horrible plague.
And Tarkin had invited it right back into his own world. His world he couldn't return to.
He couldn't save his friends and family from his own mistake, couldn't warn them.
Tarkin wept.
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Planet Selara, year 2020 on Earth
Chris mercifully passed out when he felt the fourth finger on his right hand be snipped off, and then immediately woke back up, pulling in a gasping breath.
Energy seemed to race through his whole body originating in his left leg. It felt like the adrenaline he had been injected with in the ambulance ride to the hospital after his accident.
He glanced down through blurry, tear filled eyes and saw the green haired woman holding his ankle, her hand glowing green.
Tears ran from her eyes and she mouthed "I'm sorry" to Chris. Then Kira snipped off his thumb, and he resumed screaming.
Kira climbed into the bed behind his head and crawled around him to his other side, sitting back on her knees and grabbing his other hand before lightly stroking it against his own cheek.
Then she wrapped her shears around his left pinky and snipped it off quickly with a barely audible crunch.
She snipped all the fingers off of his left hand in the same order she had with his right, and after the agonizingly slow process she let his fingerless palm slap down onto the sheets.
Then she crawled down the mattress beside him and began to remove his shoes. "Please stop, please. Please stop, please." A voice sobbed out constantly, and Cal realized it was his own.
Kira paid his sobbing voice no mind of course, if anything it seemed to just excite her more.
She finally pulled off his socks and then Cal felt the cold press of the steel blades against his small toe preceeded by the familiar sharp bite of losing another digit.
If Chris could have passed out again he would have, but the surge of energy from the green haired woman's hand on his leg never abated.
When he finally had no more extremities to lose but his cock, still cognizant enough to be thankful she didn't go there, Kira stopped and got back to her feet at the foot of the bed.
Cal watched in shock and horror as she calmly wiped the blood from the shears with a blood stained rag that she grabbed off of the same table and then lay them both back down.
She turned back towards him and her right hand lit up with flames. Chris closed his eyes and trembled, unwilling to watch the fire come for him.
He felt Kira's flaming hand land on his chest and immediately started screaming as the real pain began.
Chris found something else out about the crimson red sheets, they were completely fireproof.
Kira burned every inch of his body agonizingly slowly over the course of what felt to Chris like hours. It was actually only a little over ten minutes.
This time the pain was so great he passed out a few times even with the energy rushing through him from the woman's hand on his ankle.
But he never got to rest for long, the green haired woman was always there managing to wake him back up within seconds of losing conciousness.
Several times he could feel a different more soothing energy run into him from her hand and race to the more severe wounds, closing them up and prolonging his death.
When every inch of his body was screaming in pain and burned beyond recognition Kira finally stopped.
It took Chris a few moments to notice the direct pain of her touch was absent over the all consuming pain his entire body was still in.
"Mara, make sure he doesn't die, but dont heal him fully for an hour. If I find out you healed him early your sister will experience everything our guest has." Kira promised as she left the room.
The electric energy racing through him finally stopped.
At least Kira didn't order her to keep me awake. He thought as he slipped into unconciousness.
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Sophia walked through the night with her heart pounding in her chest, her sight rapidly snapping onto different points in the darkness whenever a noise came from off in the woods.
By the time the sun started to rise and the night sounds died down she was too exhausted to go on.
She stumbled off the road and lay down against the trunk of a tree, falling asleep instantly.
When she awoke the sun was directly overhead, and she had an ache in her bladder that she couldn't ignore.
She relieved herself next to the tree and then looked around in her backpack, lamenting her lack of food.
Not wanting to spend another night in the woods and fueled by hunger she resumed her journey at a fast walk.
She walked quickly down the uneringly straight and flat road for the entire day, the massive trees towering over everything on both sides.
When the sun was just about to sink below the horizon behind her again she finally came across a change of scenery.
The trees abrubtly stopped on both sides of the road, turning into small green rolling hills for as far as she could see.
What she still didn't see however, was any sort of town or buildings.
She continued walking as the sun once again went down and resigned herself to another terrifying night in the wilderness of this strange planet.
After walking for several hours through the night Sophia finally spotted lights off in the distance, she picked up her pace, her tired and sore legs protesting every step.
The road she had been following for the better part of two days and two nights led through a soaring archway rising hundreds of feet high, made out of the same white stone the road was.
The road continued straight on into a town made up entirely of buildings built out of and on the same material as the road.
Each building seemed to be spaced apart from each other the same distance, making broad alleyways run off in every direction.
The buildings shared no similarities besides the spacing and materials. They came in all styles and heights, some towering a dozen floors high and others only one or two.
Sophia followed the road into town in a daze until it eventually came to a massive square courtyard the size of two football fields.
Four more towering archways stood connected in a square formation in the very center of the courtyard.
These arches were the only things she had seen in the town so far not made of white stone, they seemed to be made from shiny black obsidian.
The road she had been following continued on straight through the obsidian archways and to the East out of the town, through an archway identical to the one she had entered the town through.
Standing in the very center of the massive quartyard after walking through one of the obsidian archways Sophia looked north and then south.
Sure enough the same four lane highway sized road ran out of the town in all four directions, its pure white surface seeming to glow in the light of the twin moons.
Sophia walked aimlessly through the town, few people were out at night and no one seemed to pay her any attention.
She had no money, no food, and didn't even know which of the buildings might be an inn or a hotel.
Sophia decided to explore and find food tomorrow, she was exhausted.
She spotted a bench made of the same stone as the road and lay down on it with her pack as a makeshift pillow, falling asleep quickly despite its hard and uncomfortable surface.
The next morning Sophia woke to a noisy cart pulled by two horses creaking along down the road.
People were walking around all over the city, most heading in the direction of the middle square.
Sophia followed them, taking in their many different styles of clothing.
Some wore turbans and sheets like they lived in a desert, others had stately dresses and well tailored suits that reminded her of fancy old time British clothes.
There were people wearing scratchy looking patched together grey and brown clothing, people wearing robes of all colors and styles, and not a small number of people wearing various types of armour.
But the thing almost every single person was wearing was a pair of gloves, or at least one on their right hand.
Sophia quickly opened her pack and took out the pair of gloves she always kept with her, putting them on and covering up the silver marks on her hands.
She followed the throngs of people down the road from the Northeastern section she had fallen asleep in back to the massive courtyard she had seen the night before.
It had transformed overnight, rows upon rows of both wooden stalls and blankets piled with wares crowded the entire square.
The sound of the square was insane, vendors loudly shouting out their wares and thousands of people all talking at once.
Her stomach grumbled painfully, reminding her she hadn't eaten in two days. She stopped staring at the massive open air market and searched through her pack.
She looked over some of the items in her backpack wondering what her cheap common items from Earth might be worth in this strange world.
If only I hadn't dropped my cellphone in the crash or whatever that was. She thought sadly, picturing how the people of this medieval world would react to the device.
She pulled out a ballpoint pen and an old receipt from fast food before shouldering her pack and heading off into the chaos of the market.
It took her almost thirty minutes to find what she was looking for, a wooden stall cluttered with quills and small jars of ink.
Sophia walked up to the stall with a sweet looking old lady behind it and got straight to business. "I have something you may be interested in purchasing." She said.
She placed the receipt down on the counter and uncapped her pen, showing it to the woman before scribbling random lines and swirls on the paper.
"This is called a pen, it can write without needing to be dipped in ink." She explained, not bothering to mention that it would run out of ink someday.
The old lady had smiled pleasantly at Sophia as she walked up, but upon seeing the lines appear on the paper like magic her eyes gleamed with greed.
Sophia was starving, but still had her head firmly planted on her shoulders and knew this pen was likely more valuable here than a couple of meals.
The woman pulled a metal box out from beneath the counter and unlocked it with a small key hung around her neck.
She seemed to count the coins she had in her box for a moment before looking back up to Sophia and making an offer.
"I can give you twenty silvers for it." She said with an air of finality.
Sophia glanced at the label on a bottle of ink on display, twenty silver for a tiny bottle the size of a golfball.
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"I bought it for a hundred silvers a week ago." She lied, "I won't take less than sixty."
The old lady glared at her and held out her hand, "Let me examine it." Sophia handed it over.
The lady wrote a few words on the receipt with it before pulling the cap off the back of the pen where Sophia had placed it and looking it over.
"What is this part for?" She asked.
"That is the cap, when not in use it needs to cover the tip to prevent it from drying out." Sophia explained.
The old lady thought for a minute, staring at the pen in her hand.
"I'll give you fifty silvers." She finally decided, "I can't go any higher than that or my husband would have a fit."
"Deal." Sophia said and the woman started counting silver coins around the size of dollar coins out onto the counter.
"Can you point me in the direction of an inn?" Sophia asked while placing the coins in a pocket on her backpack.
The old lady gave her directions to the Northeastern section of the town and Sophia thanked her and left.
She quickly mader her way back to a delicious smelling food stall she had reluctantly passed by on her search for the writing implements stall.
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Chris woke up to retreating footsteps and the door to his room closing. He was lying on the massive bed, sheets soaked through with his own blood.
A tray of food with a glass of water had been placed on the rack of torture implements.
He looked down at his hands and clenched his fists tentatively, all his fingers and toes had been regrown, the severed ones still strewn about his sheets.
He spotted his father's ring on one of his severed fingers and had to choke back bile while he quickly slipped it off, surprised Kira hadn't taken it.
He looked around the room for a spot he could hide his ring and spotted an expensive looking red velvet armchair with deep folds.
After hiding his ring in the folds of his rooms only armchair, he walked to the table of torture implements planning to hide a few of the more wicked looking blades to use against his captors.
Before he could grab one his door opened again and Kira walked in.
"I forgot to give you a list of orders through your collar," she began. "Do not leave this building, do not hurt yourself, do not hurt anyone else, unless they ask you to of course, some of the women may like that."
She giggled. "And finally, if anyone not wearing a collar tells you to do something, do it unless it contradicts orders I have given you."
With that said Kira left the room as quickly as she had come in, shutting it loudly behind her.
Chris gave up on the torture implements, the risk of Kira's wrath to stash a weapon he couldn't even use on anyone didn't seem worth it.
He glanced over the plate of food. It didn't look too bad, some slightly brown broccoli and a large chicken breast.
There were no eating utensils but Chris didn't mind, he was ravenous. He quickly devoured the chicken and the greens, gulping down the glass of water.
I wonder if they would give me seconds, she didn't say not to leave my room. He thought as he glanced at the door.
He crossed the room to the door and hesitantly opened it, peeking out into the hallway. It was empty.
Chris was about to step out of his room when he realized he was completely naked, Kira having burnt off all his clothing last night.
He glanced around his room and went to the massive armoire on the left wall, opening it to find ten identical salmon-pink silken shirts and an equal number of the same gaudy colored silken pants.
A pair of brighter pink fluffy slippers topped one of the piles of pants. Chris sighed and pulled on the surprisingly comfortable clothing.
Now clothed he returned to his door and left, walking cautiously to the end of the hall and opening the door a crack to peek out at the balcony.
A woman in a maid outfit carrying a silver tray of food was just reaching the balcony from the staircase down to the entryhall.
She didn't look at all threatening to Cal and had a collar like his own, so he stepped out onto the balcony causing her to look at him questioningly before hurrying on her way past him to the right.
"Hey wait, can I get some more food please?" Chris begged.
The woman stopped for a second and turned towards Chris, shooting a glance back over her shoulder at the large set of dark wooden double doors she had been approaching.
"I can't give you anythin, but you can ask in the kitchens." She said and turned to leave again.
"Where are the kitchens?" Chris asked.
"The single door to the left of the entryway, across from the dungeon." She replied without turning around, opening one of the double doors a crack and slipping inside.
Chris walked down the stairway eyeing the guards the whole time, they looked back at him warily but made no move to stop or question him.
He crossed the entryhall to the wooden door mirroring the one he had exited the dungeon from the day before.
He shot one more fearful glance at the stoic guards before opening it and finding himself in a massive bustling kitchen.
Plates of prepared food the same as the meal he had been given were waiting on a countertop for servants to carry them off to their destinations while the cooks prepared more.
No one asked Chris a thing as he grabbed a plate from the counter and left, headed quickly back up to his room.
After eating his second plate of breakfast he sat around in his room for hours before growing bored enough to risk exploring more.
First he opened some of the rooms in his hall labeled B-1 through B-10, they were all identical rooms much smaller than his own with only a simple bed and small dresser.
After checking four of them, two on each side, and seeing the same thing in each room he moved on from his hallway and checked the one single door to the right.
It was another identical hall, these doors labeled A-1 through A-11, he didn't bother checking the rooms and went back to the balcony.
He checked the remaining two single doors to the right of his own and as he suspected they were both the same, their doors labeled C and D.
Next he opened the double doors the maid had slipped through earlier and found himself in a much wider and more fancy hall than his own, the doors along the sides spaced much further apart and unlabeled.
He reached out to open the first door he came to but just before he touched the handle the maid he had ran into earlier came out of a door down the hall.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you, the masters don't take kindly to uninvited guests in their rooms." She warned him.
Chris drew his hand back from the door and appraised her, she was adjusting her skirt and her hair was a tangled mess.
He could guess what she had been up to since delivering the meal she had been carrying and wondered if it was consensual or not.
"Thanks for the warning. I'm Chr... Calibra, what's your name?" He asked, sticking out his hand.
She looked at his hand and frowned, "Sera, what do you expect me to do with that?" She asked, folding her hands across her chest.
"Ah where I'm from people shake hands to greet each other." He awkwardly raised his hand and scratched at his head, which he just realised was starting to grow his dark brown hair again.
"I have more deliveries to be makin, no time for standin around unless I wanna be punished again." She said while walking past him back to the balcony.
Chris watched her go before walking to the end of the hallway where he saw another set of large double doors.
But taking Sera's warning seriously and thinking it might be a residence he decided not to snoop inside and left back the way he came.
When he returned to the balcony he slipped his head inside the other set of double doors across from the one he just came out of, and saw an identical hallway to the one on the right side.
So servant quarters in the four middle hallways, masters on the sides. He assumed.
The only place he hadn't explored was the double doors between the staircases in the entry room, and he didn't want to try walking past the mean looking men guarding it so he returned to his room for the day.
Chris sat in the only chair in his room, a comfortable red velvet covered armchair in the folds of which he had stashed his ring.
A short while later an uncollared woman in a black and red low cut gown entered his room without knocking, carrying a bucket.
She barely spared him a glance before walking to his bed and holding her hand over it.
His blood and urine from the times he lost control of his bladder while being tortured rose out of the sheets, swirling around her hand before she directed it into the bucket.
The severed fingers all rose into the air next, splashing down into the bucket of bodily fluids as she turned and walked away.
Chris stared in astonishment at the casual display of magic.
Hours passed after the woman left and Chris was growing bored, but at least he wasn't being tortured.
The second he had that thought the sounds of steps approached his room and his least favourite person barged in.
"Ready for round two?" Kira asked with a beaming maniacal smile.
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Sophia sat in a library in the city she now knew to be called Crossroads, a fitting name for a place that is literally a massive crossroads. She thought.
She had been staying in a nice quiet inn for one silver a night, breakfast and dinner included, for the last two weeks.
She spent almost the entire time at the library reading books about the world she found herself in.
She read of wars and history, of a great plague that led to the extinction of 'spatial mages' who apparently used to charge and maintain portals that could transport people and goods across great distances.
She had discovered that's what the giant obsidian arches here in Crossroads were, defunct portals that used to lead to other great cities far away.
She read about the marks on peoples right hands, it was known as an active magic mark and was passed down from a father to his child roughly half the time.
Unless the father was unmarked, in which case the mother's mark (if she had one either) would have the same chance of being passed on.
She learned the mark on one's left hand was called a passive magic mark, and everyone was born with one at random.
She learned of various customs relating to the marks, such as the reason why most people kept them covered with gloves.
If criminals didn't know what powers you might posess they were less likely to target you, as well as some marks such as her own healer mark being prime targets for slavery.
She had also found information on different racial magics along with the simple astounding fact that there were other races, noting that only humans had magic marks, whereas most races had their own type of magic.
She poured over the symbols for hundreds of different acive magic marks in a volume dedicated to such things and learned that half of her right hand mark was the symbol for healer.
But she had been unable to find a single bit of information on the second mark on her right hand, or even any mentions at all of anyone having two active magic marks.
Sophia cracked open the most recent book she had tracked down on the shelves.
It was a much thicker twin to the book full of active marks, this one showcasing thousands of different passive marks.
She skimmed through the pages and came across a sketch of her own passive mark midway through the book.
Mark of senses: This mark signifies the bearer as someone with heightened sense of smell, sight, hearing, and touch. While heightened senses are useful, bearers of this mark are extremely susceptible to bright lights, loud noises, awful smells, pain, and pleasure.
That explained why she had been feeling like everything was so much louder all the time, thinking back to her terrified run through the noisy nights on the road.
Sophia continued pouring over books for the remainder of the day, but still could find nothing about the second mark on her right hand.
Trying a different approach she asked the librarian she had gotten to know over the last week where she might be able to find a magic healer.
Direction in mind she headed out from the library to the healer's hall in the Southwestern section of the city.
She found the building where she had been told she would find it, large red wooden cross hanging from the white stone above the doorway.
A bell above the door chimed when she walked into the small waiting area walled off from the rest of the building.
Benches lined three of the walls and a small counter with a gray haired man sitting behind it blocked the doorway at the back of the room.
Sophia walked up to counter and smiled at the man. "Is there a healer here that I might have a quick word with?" she asked.
"Name and injury." The man replied gruffly.
"I'm not injured, I have a healer's mark and would like to ask an experienced healer a few questions about it. I could give you a silver for your time."
She slipped a silver coin out of her pocket and placed it on the counter.
The man grunted and swung open a gate attached to his desk, pointing her the way of the door at the back.
Sophia thanked him and entered the door, coming into a room the same size as the waiting room.
A kindly looking middle aged woman was sitting at a desk cluttered with glass tubes and vials, grinding something in a pestle and mortar.
The woman looked up at Sophia's entrance and gave her a bright smile. "Injury?" she asked.
"Uh I'm not injured, I just wanted to ask if you may know more about my active magic mark." Sophia slipped off her right glove and showed the back of her hand to the woman.
The woman's face paled and she gasped, scooting back in her chair away from Sophia.
"What is it?" Sophia asked. "I know this part is a healer mark but I can't find any information on this symbol here." She indicated the symbol to the right of the healer mark.
"How do you not know, where are you from child?" The woman asked. She seemed to have calmed down a bit but still looked nervous.
"Um far away from here, I doubt you have heard of it. There is no magic where I come from and when I arrived here my marks appeared, so can you tell me what it is please? I can pay you if you want." Sophia blurted out.
The woman shook her head, "No need for that dear, my name is Mauve, what's yours?"
"Sophia, pleased to meet you." Sophia almost stuck out her hand to shake before remembering the few times she had tried that in the last week, people here didn't shake hands but it was a tough habit to break.
"Pleased to meet you as well Sophia." Mauve said, her bright smile already returned to her face.
"That mark on your hand means combat or battle, something like that, in conjunction with a healer mark it means combat healer."
"Children of healers are very rarely born with that mark."
"The law states that babies born with that mark must be killed at birth, children with such a mark are far too dangerous."
"They have to be isolated from any injuries and prevented from even touching anyone lest they accidentally kill someone."
"I have heard many tales about adult combat healers, some say they can kill with just a touch, others say they heal people and then replace the injuries they healed onto the next person they touch."
"I'm afraid I don't know the full truth for certain dear, but I would not show anyone else that mark if I was you."
"Also maybe try to avoid skin contact." She added as an aferthought.
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Chris was swimming through a world of pain, every night soon after he had been brought dinner Kira would show up and find new ways to torment him.
He thought it had been seven maybe eight days but he was losing track, it was hard to think about much other than the pain.
He began to dread dinner, fear spiking as he ate while knowing what was coming after.
Chris finished his meal and lay back on the bed, if he was anywhere else when Kira came to his room their session would last longer.
His door opened, his heart pounding in his chest, already breathing heavily with dread.
Kira did not walk in. This time it was a giant of a man in a sharp red and black suit, a sword belted at his hip.
"Calibra is it?" The man began, "My name is Lord Taro Ranock, cousin of King Ranock, and you are a prisoner in my estate."
"You are worth a vast amount of money, so luckily for you I will be limiting Kira's visits to once a week from now on."
"Normally I wouldn't approve of her wasting our healer's time, but you did kill her brother after all, so I won't begrudge her her vengeance." He said with a smirk.
"And how do you expect me to make you 'vast amounts of money'?" Chris asked doubtfully.
"My lord or Lord Ranock!" Taro snapped.
Chris rushed to fix his mistake. "My lord." He said and dipped his head.
"Don't worry it should be enjoyable for you, you simply need to produce me a whole bundle of little spatial mages."
"You will begin tomorrow with whatever women we already have available, and I will be heading to Crossroads to procure some more." Lord Ranock said.
Without waiting for Chris to respond Lord Ranock left the room and closed the door softly behind himself.
Chris was left with his thoughts. They're going to breed me like livestock! Procure some more? He's going to force fellow slaves to carry my children, I need to get out of here!
With his reprieve from his nightly torture Chris decided it was time to explore the one place in the house he hadn't been yet.
He waited a few minutes to make sure Lord Ranock was far away from his room before making his way out the door, down the hall, and down the stairway to the entry room, cool night air blowing in through the open doors.
Chris looked between the faces of the four guards in the room, they were used to his presence by now and just looked bored.
He approached the pair of guards by the double doors below the balcony. "What's through these doors?" He asked.
"Why not jus go see fer yerself." One of the guards replied in a country drawl.
Chris kept his eyes on the guards expecting them to do something as he approached the doors, but they made no move to stop him.
He stepped through the doors into a massive room, piles of furs and cushions haphazardly placed all around with scantily clad women lounging in them.
A red carpet ran from the doors across the long room and up a wide set of steps, ending at a massive chair made of black and red metal melted together.
Lord Ranock was sitting on the throne with his pants around his ankles while Kira knelt in front of him sucking his cock.
Lord Ranock noticed his entrance and just smiled at him, as Chris turned and left the room as fast as possible.
Well that's it, Ive explored this whole place and there's no one who can help me, no way out. He thought hopelessly.
Then Chris remembered there was another door in the dungeon he had woken up in.
He went through the door to the dungeon and down the staircase, spotting the guard that had poured water on him still guarding the door at the bottom.
"Kira sent me to the dungeon to sit on the cold stone for an hour." He lied to the guard.
"Sucks." The guard replied, moving out of his way.
Chris went through the door back into the first room he had seen in Lord Ranock's estate, it was exactly how he remembered it, a hallway of six empty cells and a door at the end.
He crossed the hall to the door on the other side expecting it be locked, as he thought a creepy door in a creepy dungeon ought to be.
But to his surprise it swung open easily revealing a narrow winding staircase heading down into darkness.
Chris turned back to the dungeon room and removed one of the torches from its holder on the wall before continuing on into the passage.
The stairway looped around and around, the air growing cold and filled with the stench of uncleaned human waste.
When Chris finally reached the bottom he found himself in a cavernous room that seemed to be a naturally formed cave, unlike the gray stone of the dungeon.
He was worried his collar would interpret this as him leaving the manor but no shock was forthcoming, so he continued on.
Cells much like the ones in the upper dungeon were placed in rows, each with at least one prisoner.
They were emaciated and pale, some sporting open wounds and festering sores, but what Chris found the most shocking was that none of the prisoners were human.
He spotted a pair of humanoid figures that couldn't have been taller than three feet but were clearly middle aged, with pointed ears and long sharp noses.
Kira had called his collar 'Gnomish', and he assumed these must be gnomes.
The prisoners all shied away from the light, but none of them spoke to him.
One cage had a large musclebound green skinned man with tusks protruding from his bottom lip, another held three beautifull women with pointed ears, bright green eyes, and long blonde hair.
He stopped at the fourth cage he came across. The woman laying on the straw mat looked exactly like Mara, the woman Kira brought along to heal him, except her hair and eyes were both saphire blue to Mara's emerald green.
Chris vaguely remembered Kira mentioning that Mara had a sister and assumed this must be her.
He kept walking, sure that none of these people could help him even if he somehow managed to free them.
His torchlight illuminated another cage, one with a beautiful raven haired woman with a child sleeping in her lap. He approached to get a better look thinking it might be a human.
As his torchlight illuminated the woman's face she bared her fangs at him in a feral snarl and her bright red eyes glared at him.
Fangs! She has fangs! That's just great there's fucking vampires in this world. Chris thought in horror as he retreated to the other side of the aisle, bumping into the last cage.
The last cage had two men and a woman with feathers sprouting from their elongated arms, patches of feathers were missing all over and they looked mangy and sickly.
Chris continued on past the cages into a cavernous room and bent down to examine a large symbol carved into the floor.
It looked like it had been carved out and then filled with blood, the blood drying in the carved lines.
He followed the symbol forward and his torchlight illuminated a ten by ten box of glass at the center of the symbol with a woman in it.
Chris was certain she was a demon, she was eight feet tall and the pair of two foot long horns sprouting from the top of her curly black hair touched the glass ceiling of the glass prison.
Her skin was an angry red like the worst sunburn, her eyes orbs of pure black much too large for her undeniably feminine face.
Her legs were those of a goat, cloven hooves covered in black bristly fur rising to backwards bending joints.
A long thin black tail tipped in a shape like a spade from a deck of cards seemed to be frozen in the air behind and to the side of her.
And she was completely nude. She had large firm breasts with upwards pointing dark purple nipples.
Her vagina was covered in a thick bush of unkempt hair the same dark black as the hair on her head. Her toned stomach had a very defined and intimidating eight pack.
Chris couldn't be sure if her solid black eyes were watching him approach, but it certainly felt like it.
He got within 5 feet of the cube and she spoke in a surprisingly sweet and gentle tone. "You there, slave. Free me from this prison and you shall be rewarded."
Chris didn't know much about demons, but if she was locked away in this glass cube instead of a normal cell, deep below the ground in this horrible dungeon, he assumed it was for a good reason.
He knew what awaited him back upstairs, but being forced to have sex with a bunch of women didn't seem as bad to Chris as releasing a demon upon the world.
Chris turned around without responding to the terifying demon and headed back upstairs, accepting his fate.