The demon carried her down a long corridor and then another. Zara tried to keep track but the halls twisted and turned as they marched on. It was like a labyrinth. They had gone down more flights of stairs and through more doors than she cared to count. The pain was so bad that she stopped caring at one point, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth against it.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the demon turned into a room and sat her down on something hard. Once he finally let her go she sucked in a quivering breath. It was such a relief that her breath came in pants as she tried to recover. She couldn’t help the sob that escaped her as she sat there shaking. The demon didn’t care to stick around, unconcerned with her wellbeing. The heavy door slammed behind him as he left. She heard a lock click into place and then another and then there was only silence.

Zara looked around the small room she had been left in. It was round and the walls also seemed to be carved out of stone. The room was bathed in the same strange, red light as the hallways from a few small candles burning in holders next to the door. What she was sitting on was a stone slab, also seemingly carved from the stone and connected to the wall. She realized that it was meant to be a bed and this seemed to be a bedroom of sorts. There was a thin blanket folded at the end of the stone bed but no pillow.

She got up and walked the perimeter of the room, looking for any way out. The only opening in the stone besides the door was a small vent at the very top of the wall above her bed, likely leading to an adjacent room. However, the walls were approximately twenty feet high as far as she could tell. The ceiling was so high she could barely see it or the small vent in the dim, red light. She could see a faint red light flickering through the vent which was why she assumed there must be another room on the other side.

“Hello?” Zara called out toward it, her voice coming out weaker than she planned it to. She listened for a minute but was met with only silence. She rubbed her hands over her sore, bare arms. She looked down at herself, frowning. She was completely naked and it didn’t look like they left her any clothes. As far as she could tell, clothes didn’t exist whenever she was.

Deciding to lay down but feeling wide awake, she curled up on the cold stone and pulled the blanket over herself. It was thinner than a sheet and had tiny holes in it. The material felt ancient and delicate, like it were ready to fall apart in her hands. She gently unfolded it around her body as she closed her eyes and tried to quell the panic that was rising in her.

Where was she? What had happened? Her mind raced with unanswered questions as she awaited her fate.

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Ta’Ga groaned after he had slammed to the ground, the spell flinging them to their destination at high speed as they appeared out of thin air. He rolled over the forest floor, grateful for the soft bed of leaves and ferns to break his fall. He had heard the others hit the ground a short distance away in a similar rough fashion. He lay on his back as his head spun from being thrown to the ground. Not wanting to waste any time, he stumbled to his feet, trying to shake off the dizziness.

He gazed around, trying to make sense of where they ended up. It looked like they were in a dense forest. The canopy overhead was so dense it was hard to tell what time of day it was. Luckily, he had great eyesight, even in the dark. He looked around and quickly spotted a flash of bright blonde hair in the tall ferns. Yuli.

He rushed over to his teammate and kneeled to assess her injuries. She was on her stomach, one arm throw above her head. She wasn’t moving. Shit, he thought as he turned her onto her back. He did a quick assessment and breathed in relief when he saw she was breathing but unconscious. She didn’t seem to be bleeding besides the deep, self inflicted gash in her arm, which was lucky considering how close they all could’ve come to being thrown against rocks or trees. He suspected she was just exhausted to the extreme from attempting to execute such a complex spell. It likely took everything she had in her to complete it successfully and he didn’t doubt she had known she’d be risking death to do so. So typically Yuli to risk her life without a second thought. Master Desmond would not be pleased. Ta’Ga easily scooped her up and immediately turned to look for his brother and Zara.

He didn’t have to look long as Grennt started calling his name from behind a huge tree. Ta’Ga rushed over to him. Grennt was standing over Zara, looking disgusted. When Ta’Ga approached his expression turned to worry as he noticed Yuli slung over Ta’Ga’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry,” Ta’Ga said, “she’s just unconscious. I think the spell was too much for her.”

Grennt grunted in disapproval and turned back to Zara.

“What should we do with the hand-breed?” He asked, glaring down at the raven haired girl at his feet.

“That’s ironic coming from you,” Ta’Ga retorted. “Take Yuli.”

Grennt grunted in reply as he gingerly shifted Yuli off of Ta’Ga’s shoulder and held her bridal style in both arms. He brushed her hair off of her face as Ta’Ga watched and a troubled look came over Grennt’s face.

Ta’Ga bent to assess Zara. Her eyes were closed but moved rapidly behind her eyelids. Her breaths were coming in quick succession and it appeared she was covered in a sheen of sweat. As Ta’Ga looked her over he realized she was bleeding at her hairline, her inky blood blending with her dark hair and matting it to her forehead.

He gently lifted her into his arms, afraid to jostle her too much without knowing the extent of her condition.

“We should really just leave her,” Grennt muttered, the look of disgust coming back to his face.

“How do you think Yuli would feel when she wakes to find we left Zara for dead after she risked her life to bring her with us?” Ta’Ga asked.

Grennt raised an eyebrow at his brother, “sounds like you’re fond of the girl. Too fond.”

“Look whose talking,” Ta’Ga muttered, marching away through the forest.

Grennt didn’t reply.

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Zara awoke from her bed of stone, shivering from the cold. She pulled the threadbare blanket tight to her body and curled into a tighter ball. Tears fell from her eyes even though she willed them not to. She wanted to be strong. To be sure and confident like Yuli. But she was scared. She didn’t know how to be strong.

She sat up then, running her hands over her arms. Dark bruise-like wounds had appeared on her arms and body where the demon creature had touched her. They ached but she didn’t care. Goosebumps covered her flesh from sleeping on the cold stone. It was unnaturally warm in this place but the stone was cool. She stood, stretching and flexed her muscles, trying to get the blood flowing.

As she did so she heard a noise. A soft scrapping coming from the hallway. She stopped stretching and waited. They had brought her one meal so far, a hunk of meat of some kind, burned black on the outside. There was nothing else. It didn’t look or smell appetizing at first but she was so hungry that she eventually ate it all, right down to the bone in the center. She hoped the sounds outside meant they were bringing her more food. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed since she had been trapped here but her stomach was aching with hunger again. She’d guess three or four days at this point.

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The locks on the outside of the door clicked as they were undone. The door swung open and Zara stared in surprise. She had been expecting the male demon who brought her here to be back again. He was the one who brought her food the last time. But to her great surprise, it was a female who stood in the doorway this time. She was nude, her red skin even more vibrant from the red of the candle light. She sauntered in, looking Zara up and down as she approached.

Her body was muscular but not hulking like the man’s had been. She had a long tail that swished behind her as she walked and she was voluptuous to the extreme. Zara felt her cheeks redden as she looked over the woman’s body. She fought the urge to cover her own body with her hands as the woman observed her, clearly taking in her form just as Zara was doing in return. The woman met her eyes and smirked confidently, making Zara’s cheeks redden even more.

Zara noticed that the woman, unlike the male demon, did not have the large leathery wings that he had. He back was smooth and bare. She had two curled horns sticking out of her forehead that pointed toward the back of her head. Her hair was jet black and bathed her completely black eyes. Zara stared into their depths. They were completely black, irises and all.

“You have been summoned,” The woman spoke in a deep, sultry voice.

Zara raised her eyebrows in surprise and her mouth fell open.

The demoness cocked her head to one side. “You understand, girl?” She asked in what Zara thought was a mocking tone.

“Yes,” Zara response, finding her voice. “I’m just surprised you spoke directly to me in common.”

“How else would I get you to follow orders?” The demoness asked, a perplexed look on her face. “I know Rannan prefers to man-handle his captives but that just isn’t my style.”

With that she turned and sauntered back towards the door. She stopped in the doorframe when Zara didn’t follow.

“Come willingly or I will send him to carry you,” she commanded Zara.

Zara followed her immediately, not wanting to be carried but any demon if she could help it.

Looking satisfied, the demoness lead the way out into the dark hallway Zara remembered. They turned to go what she thought was the opposite way from which she had been carried in but couldn’t be one hundred percent sure. She peered behind her down the hallway but couldn’t make out much in the dark. It seemed to go a long ways.

The demoness walked at a fast pace and Zara had to jog at times to close the gap between them. She stood a good head taller than Zara and her long, muscular legs seemed to carry her at that pace naturally. She didn’t look to be trying very hard.

“Where are you taking me?” Zara asked after they had been walking for some time. So far they had only turned twice- once left and then right. All the hallways looked exactly the same: smooth stone walls, lit here and there by bright red flames in torches or the little alcove fireplaces carved into the wall.

“To the Masters,” the woman explained simply.

“And they are?” Zara asked.

The demoness glanced over her shoulder at Zara, a knowing smirk on her face. She turned back and said nothing as they marched along.

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After what felt to Zara like an hour of walking, they slowed before a set of large, intricately carved double wooden doors. The carvings looked like thousands of tiny symbols covering the entire door. The carvings were inlaid with gold from the look of it and the red fire light sparkling and danced off of the gold in an enchanting way.

The demoness muttered a series of words in the strange language of her people that hurt Zara’s ears and she winced against the harshness of them. As she spoke, the carvings on the door started to glow, slowly illuminating from left to right across the door. When they were all illuminated there was a faint hiss and then a quiet snap like a lock coming undone. Then the glowing faded and the door swung open, letting out bright red light through the crack. The demoness pulled open one of the doors and stood aside to let Zara pass through first.

Zara gasped as she stepped through the doorframe. She was not prepared for the sights that met her on the other side. There were demons of all shapes and sizes scattered around the room. There were large, curved areas of the rock cut out and huge, male demons were sitting on throne-like structures carved out of the stone inside of each large alcove. The thrones were piled with cushions for the males comfort. Around them were demonesses in various provocative positions. Some of the women were touching each other while the male watched. Some were kissing or touching him in some manner. As she glanced from throne to throne, counting seven in total, her eyes grew wider at what was happening all around her.

Her attention was drawn back to the closest cluster to her right as loud moans started coming from one of the demonesses. She had been grabbed by the male demon and spun around so her ass was facing him and slid into his lap. He was grasping her breasts with both hands from behind and his long, pointed tongue was sliding over the side of her neck. As Zara watched, he pulled her body down onto his lap and impaled her onto himself. The moans got louder as he began to lift and grind the woman’s body down onto his hard shaft. Another demoness reached out to fondle the male’s testicles as he thrust. Zara turned away, face more crimson than ever, just as the male let out a deep growl.

The demoness that had come to retrieve her glided past. Zara had frozen in place as she took in the sights and sounds of the room. “Come on, girl,” she said, making her way past the groups of demons, not paying them any attention that Zara could see. Zara swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat as she did what she was told and followed along.

They passed through the large room into a smaller one. There was curtain separating this small room from the larger one and a demoness held it open for them as they passed through and let it fall behind them. The red demoness she had followed turned back to face her. “Sit here and wait for me,” she said and pointed to a carved stone bench along the wall. Zara sat and watched as the red woman disappeared beyond another curtain on the far wall.

Zara could still hear the sounds coming through the fabric from the large room. She swallowed and wiped her now sweaty palms on her thighs. Her hands were shaking in anticipation. What was this place? What were they going to do to her? Before her imagination got the best of her the demoness was back and summoning her through the curtain. Zara got to feet shakily and followed.

Beyond the curtain was the glow of an orange light. For the first time since she got there, the candles seemed to be lit in this room with a normal flame. It didn’t glow the strange eerie red like the others had. Her mind registered this fact but didn’t have time to care as a huge monster came into view. The room opened up at the back and inside sat a huge demon, double the size of the other males that she had seen out in the large room they passed through. This one was also seated on a throne and surrounded by females. As Zara approached the women were kneeling in front of the male, heads bowed and hands in their lap. They did not look up and stayed very still. The demoness guided Zara through the women and up to stand in front of the large male. Zara looked up at him expectantly, her whole body trembling now.

The male’s skin was a dark, midnight black. He had four large horn growing from his head, all pointing in different directions. His whole body was bulging with huge muscles. He had two sets of arms. One pair was folded across his chest as he watched Zara coming closer and the other pair were rested on either knee. His manhood hung huge and limp over the edge of the seat of his chair, legs spread wide to lay it front and center. Zara could see it in her peripheral vision but refused to look at it though she was standing right in front of it. She chose instead to stare up into the creatures terrifying eyes.

He had two glowing red eyes that watched her approach. His mouth was turned down into a deep scowl and she could see two long pointed teeth just sticking out from under his upper lip. She stopped walking toward him when the demoness did. She watched as the demoness kneeled in front of him like the others and hesitated a moment before doing the same.

The male said nothing for a moment but then Zara heard his voice inside of her head.

‘Rise, child,’ came the gruff, gravely voice inside of her head.

Zara’s head snapped up at the command and she looked at him surprised and anxious. His brow creased when she didn’t immediately stand and he flicked his finger once in an upward motion. Suddenly she flew to her feet but not by her own doing. She tried to move but realized she was frozen, now standing in front of the huge demon. He still had a finger pointed at her as he leaned forward in his seat toward her.

She stared up at him, unable to move more than sucking in a breath for air. His frown deepened as he observed her and then he curled his finger in and she was drawn even closer to him, her knees almost touching his thick manhood. He leaned toward her again and took a long sniff of the top of her head. Zara closed her eyes, awaiting her fate.

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