Stories of Tie Up Games

Note Trigger Warnings for this story due to kidnapping and what may transpire

Several days have passed since the intense training session in the Cave of Whispers, and Luna has been eagerly exploring the new dimensions of her shadowy powers. In the quiet solitude of her cottage, she's been practicing her control over the shadows, watching with fascination as they coil around her fingers like a living extension of her will. She's discovered that the whispers are not just a part of the cave; they are a part of her now, a constant companion that offers guidance and strength.

Her ability to transform into a shadowy form has become more natural, allowing her to glide through the night unseen and unheard. She's tested the limits of her endurance, pushing herself to new heights of pain and pleasure as she learns to channel the dark energy into powerful spells.

But the thrill of discovery has started to wear off, and Luna finds herself craving the rush of adrenaline that comes with danger. She wonders how she can push herself further, how she can continue to grow in her power. She paces the room, her thoughts racing. How does she find a challenge that will test her limits, yet one she feels confident she can overcome?

Her gaze falls upon the necklace Magnus had given her, the warmth from the stone pulsing in time with her heart. She feels a sudden urge to touch it, and as her finger traces the intricate pattern, she feels a connection to the shadow realm, the whispers growing louder.

Could the necklace be the key to finding the next step in her journey? Could it lead her to a new challenge, one that would force her to confront her fears and embrace the darkness fully? The thought is both exhilarating and terrifying, but Luna knows that to truly become the powerful witch she desires to be, she must face the unknown.

With a steely resolve, she decides to venture into the darker parts of the forest, where the whispers of the shadows are strongest. There, she will seek a trial that will push her to the edge of her capabilities, and hopefully, beyond.

As Luna steps into the moonlit forest, she feels the power of the shadows swirl around her, eager to be commanded. She takes a deep breath, focusing on the whispers that have become as familiar to her as her own thoughts. With a thought, she allows the shadows to envelop her, bending the light to make her appear more vulnerable, more tempting to those who might wish to do her harm.

The forest seems to lean in closer, the trees whispering secrets only she can hear. The night air is cool against her skin, but she's anything but cold. The anticipation of what might lie ahead sends a thrill of excitement through her, and she can't help but let a small, seductive smile play across her lips.

"Come," she whispers to the shadows, her voice carrying on the night breeze. "If there are any who wish to test themselves against me, I am ready."

Her heart races as she walks deeper into the woods, the darkness parting before her, revealing a path she knows wasn't there before. It's as if the forest itself is guiding her to her destiny. The whispers grow more insistent, urging her on, telling her that she's not truly tested herself, not yet.

But she's ready. The shadows are a part of her now, and she's ready to see what they have in store for her. With each step she takes, she feels the power within her swell, the darkness growing stronger, more alive.

Luna's senses, now heightened by her shadowy form, pick up the faint sound of metal on metal. It's not the wind playing with branches or animals rummaging; it's the unmistakable clink of chains, the jingle of armour. Her heart races as she realizes she's not alone in the forest. A group, trying to be stealthy, moves through the underbrush, but their armour gives them away.

The shadows thicken around her as she draws closer, the whispers growing more frantic, urging her to hide. But Luna is not one to shy away from a challenge. Instead, she allows the darkness to swirl around her, to become a part of her. Her eyes adjust to the gloom, and she can make out the shapes of several figures moving through the trees.

They're not just any group, though; they're heavily armoured, the kind that suggests they're either searching for something... or someone. And the way they're moving, so carefully, so deliberately, it's clear they're not just out for a casual stroll.

Luna's pulse quickens as she counts the heavy, deliberate steps of the figures. Five, she thinks. Five bandits, stalking through the woods like predators seeking prey. She smiles to herself, feeling a thrill of excitement mingled with fear. This is what she's been looking for - a challenge that will force her to embrace the darkness fully.

With a graceful twirl, she lets her shoes slip off, allowing the cool earth to kiss her feet. The sensation grounds her, connecting her more deeply to the power of the shadows. She winces as she feels the rough bark of a tree scrape against her skin, tearing her dress slightly and revealing a hint of pale flesh. It's a small act of deception, but one she knows will play to her advantage.

As the bandits draw nearer, she affects an air of innocence, her steps becoming more tentative, her posture that of a lost, scared little girl. She knows she's baiting a trap, but it's one she's eager to spring. The whispers of the shadows are louder now, almost deafening, as if they're urging her to make her move.

And so, she does. With a flutter of her eyelashes and a shiver that's not entirely feigned, she lets out a small, trembling gasp, as if she's just noticed their presence. The shadows hold their breath, waiting for the inevitable.

"Oh, please," she says in a tremulous voice, "I'm so lost. Could you help me?"

The bandits pause, their steps halting. She can feel their eyes on her, assessing the situation. They're close now, so close she can almost feel their hot breath on her neck. But she's not afraid. No, she's ready.

As the bandits cautiously emerge from the shadows, Luna's heart skips a beat. Five of them, each with their own set of weapons drawn, their eyes gleaming with a mix of greed and malice. They're not just any bandits; she can feel the taint of dark magic in the air, a subtle yet undeniable presence that sends a shiver down her spine.

The leader steps forward, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a scar that tells a story of battles and brutality. His eyes, steel-grey and cold, sweep over her, his gaze lingering on the torn fabric of her dress. She can almost hear his thoughts, sizing her up, deciding her worth.

But Luna's not what they expect.

"You're one of the Iron Claw, aren't you?" she says, her voice steady despite the fear that tries to claw its way up her throat.

The leader's eyes narrow, a hint of surprise flickering across his face. "How do you know that?" he growls.

"I have... my sources," she replies, her eyes never leaving his. She's baiting him, playing a dangerous game. But she's not about to let them know that she's anything more than a defenceless girl lost in the woods.

The bandit's eyes sweep over her again, and she can almost feel the hunger in his gaze. He licks his lips, and she knows that he's contemplating more than just robbing her.

But she's ready for them. Her power is a living force inside her, and she knows that she can harness it to protect herself. The whispers of the shadows are her constant companions, guiding her every move.

As Luna focuses on the leader of the Iron Claw bandits, she's suddenly aware of movement behind her. Before she can react, a wire-thin man with messy brown hair and a smirk that speaks of twisted amusement appears out of the shadows. His movements are so swift and silent, it's as if he's part of the darkness itself.

Her heart skips a beat, but she's had enough practice with surprise to keep her composure. She allows a look of shock to cross her face as the cold steel of a knife presses against her throat, the blade sharp enough to shave the skin. She can feel the warmth of his breath on her neck, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he assesses her reaction.

The leader's expression turns to one of smug satisfaction as he sees her predicament. "Looks like you're in a bit of trouble, little witch," he sneers, his voice a low rumble. "What do you say we have a little... fun before we decide what to do with you?"

The whispers of the shadows grow louder, a cacophony of voices that threaten to drown out the bandits' taunts. But Luna remains calm, her mind racing as she tries to formulate a plan. She's been in tighter spots before, she reminds herself, and she's always found a way out.

The smirking man's grip on the knife tightens, and she knows she must act fast. She takes a deep breath, feeling the power of the shadows coil around her, waiting for her command.

"Let's see if I can make this interesting for you," she murmurs, her voice a seductive purr that belies the steel in her spine.

The other three men emerge from the shadows, their forms materializing like ghosts in the moonlit forest. The first is a towering beast of a man with a thick, unruly beard and eyes that gleam like coals in the firelight. His chainmail, cobbled together from the armour of his past victims, clanks as he moves, each step thudding heavily on the forest floor. The second is a lean, feral creature with a sharp nose and yellow eyes that pierce through the darkness like a wolf's gaze. His hooded cloak is tattered and stained, fluttering around him like a second skin. The third, a burly brute with a bald, tattooed head and a bloodshot eye, seems to exude a palpable aura of menace, his hands caked with dirt or something darker.

The leader, a scar-faced giant with a cruel smile, takes a step closer to Luna, the blade of his sword glinting in the moonlight. "I'm sure we can think of something," he says, his voice a promise of pain and depravity.

Luna feels the shadows swirl around her, the whispers growing louder, more demanding. She knows that if she can just keep them talking, keep them off-balance, she might find an opening.

"But first," she says, her voice dripping with sweetness, "why don't you tell me what you're really after in these woods?"

The leader's eyes narrow, and she can see the cogs turning in his mind. He's not used to his prey being so... perceptive. "What makes you think we're after anything?" he asks, his tone a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

"Oh, please," she says with a roll of her eyes, "You don't just happen to be here. Not with a group like yours. Tell me, what treasure, what power do you seek?"

Luna meets the leader's gaze, her own eyes filled with a cunning she didn't know she possessed. "You see," she says, her voice taking on a coy tone, "I might be able to help you find what you're looking for."

The bandit's eyes flicker with greed, and she knows she has his attention. "But wouldn't it be better to discuss this in more... comfortable surroundings? I'm guessing your hideout is quite the place for such discussions."

The leader considers her words for a moment before giving a curt nod. "Tie her up," he commands, his voice a gruff bark.

The smirking man's grip on the knife at her throat tightens, and she feels the coarse rope bite into her wrists as the others move to bind her. She doesn't struggle, allowing them to secure her tightly, knowing that the moment they lower their guard, she'll have them exactly where she wants them.

"Take her," the leader says, his voice filled with a gruff excitement.

Luna's heart races as they drag her through the forest, the shadows playing tricks on her eyes. But she remains calm, her thoughts racing as she plots her escape, her mind already reaching out to the whispers that will be her allies in the coming struggle.

The bandits moved with ruthless efficiency, their rough hands closing in on Luna like vultures on a carcass. The scar-faced leader jerked his head at the man with the messy brown hair, and he stepped forward, his eyes glinting with a cruel light as he pulled a length of coarse rope from his belt. The rope was like a living thing, its fibres biting into Luna's skin as he wound it around her wrists, in front of her, each loop tightening like a noose. Her slender hands were soon bound, the rope digging into her pale skin like a brand.

Luna stood tall, her bare feet sinking into the dusty earth as she gazed at her captors with an unyielding calm. She wore a flowing white dress, its delicate fabric torn and stained from her struggles, the hem fluttering around her ankles like a ghostly whisper. The dress was a stark contrast to the darkness that seemed to seep from the bandits' very pores, and it only enraged them further.

The second bandit, a lean and feral creature with eyes that gleamed like a predator's, stepped forward with a sneer. He wrapped a second length of rope around Luna's waist, the fibres creaking as he pulled it tight, cinching her in like a wild animal. The rope dug into her skin, but Luna didn't flinch, her eyes never leaving the bandits as she regarded them with a cool, calculated gaze.

The third bandit, a hulking giant of a man with a shaved head and a cruel grin, moved in to bind Luna's ankles. His hot, foul breath washed over her face, making her stomach turn, but she stood firm, her eyes flashing with a fierce inner light. His calloused hands closed around her ankles like a vice, the rope biting deep as he secured her.

Once she was tightly bound, the leader stepped forward, his scar twisting into a wicked grin. "Let's see how much you know," he sneered, his hand closing around her hair as he jerked her head back.

But Luna didn't flinch. Instead, she smiled sweetly, her eyes filled with the promise of shadows. "Oh, I know enough," she murmured, her voice low and husky, "but I'm sure you'll teach me more."

And with that she knew that this was just the beginning of her next great lesson, one that would test her in ways she couldn't imagine. She's come so far, embracing the pain and the power that comes with it. She's become something more than she ever thought possible. And now, as she's dragged through the moonlit woods by these brutes, she wonders just how far she'll let them go before she shows them the true extent of her power.

The whispers of the shadows echo her thoughts, a seductive song of power and domination that fills her with a dark, thrilling anticipation. She can feel the eyes of the bandits on her, their greed and lust a palpable force in the air. But she's not afraid. No, she's eager.

This is her chance to prove herself, to show her master that she's ready for whatever he throws at her. And as the rough ropes cut into her skin, she knows that she's about to be thrown into the deep end. She'll bide her time, play the part of the helpless victim, until the moment is perfect.

And when it is, she'll show them the true face of the witch they've captured. Until then, she'll let them think they have the upper hand, let them believe that they're in control. It's a dangerous game she's playing, but it's one she's all too familiar with. After all, she's learned from the best.

Her eyes, a deep, mysterious blue, never leave the scar-faced leader, her thoughts a whirlwind of strategy and magic. The whispers of the shadows are a constant in her mind, urging her on, whispering secrets of power that she's only just begun to understand.
They carry on wandering through the forest until they arrive at the hidden cart, the bandits show no sign of noticing Luna's existing gold cuffs and necklace, likely too caught up in their own excitement and greed to pay attention to the finer details.
The smirking man with the messy brown hair grabs her by the elbow, pulling her towards the back of the wagon. The leader, his scar a stark contrast against the moonlit night, nods in approval as they prepare to load her onto the wagon.

With a grunt, the bald brute lifts her effortlessly, his arms like tree trunks beneath her slight frame. The scar-faced giant produces a metal collar, cold and unyielding, which he fastens around her neck with a loud click. The collar, attached to a rusted chain, which he secures to a heavy ring bolted to the floor of the wagon. The metal bites into her skin, a stark reminder of her newfound role as their captive.

The wagon lurches forward, the wheels groaning under the weight of their new cargo. Luna's eyes dart around the dimly lit space, taking in the rusty chains, the stench of sweat and fear that lingers in the air. Despite the discomfort, she can't help but feel a thrill of excitement. This is her chance to show Magnus just how much she's learned; how much she's grown.

The whispers of the shadows grow louder, more insistent, as the wagon jolts and jostles over the uneven terrain. They whisper of the power that lies within her, the power that she's been nurturing and growing under her master's tutelage. They remind her that she's not just a victim, but a weapon, a force to be reckoned with.

The journey seems to stretch on forever, each bump in the road a silent promise of the pain and pleasure to come. The shadows around her seem to pulse with a life of their own, eager for her to call upon them.

But she remains patient. For now, she's their plaything, their prize to be delivered to the Iron Claw's lair. But once she's there, once she's in their midst, all bets are off.

The collar around her neck feels like a brand, like it is getting colder, a declaration of her ownership by these men. But she knows that it's only temporary, a symbol of the power she's about to claim. And as the wagon rolls on, Luna closes her eyes and focuses on the whispers, letting them build within her, letting them fuel her rage, her passion, her need for vengeance.

She's become something more, something darker, something that will not be caged.

Luna listens intently to the bandits' conversation, the whispers of the shadows guiding her understanding of their words. Their crude banter and laughter are like nails on a chalkboard to her, but she remains calm, using their arrogance and lack of caution to her advantage.

They speak of their hideout, a place of darkness and fear, where they've taken countless others before her. They speak of their boss, the man with the purple tongue, and the twisted games he enjoys playing with his captives.
They speak of the power they believe they'll gain from her, the lifeforce they hope to steal and corrupt for their chief. She had no idea they had another leader.

The whispers grow louder, more demanding, as the wagon nears its destination. The shadows coil around her, whispering of the pain and pleasure that awaits her. The anticipation is almost unbearable, the power within her straining at the leash.

But she keeps her cool, her thoughts focused on her master, on the lessons he's taught her. She knows that the time for action will come, and when it does, she'll be ready.

The wagon lurches to a halt, and the scar-faced leader steps down, his boots thudding heavily on the ground. He unhooks the chain from the wagon, and Luna feels the metal bite into her neck as she's dragged along. The lair comes into view: a once-grand coach house, now a crumbling ruin with ivy snaking its way through the cracks in the stones.

The door creaks open, and she's yanked inside. The room is dimly lit with only a few candles creating pinpoint lights around the room, the air thick with the scent of mold and decay. The floor is a patchwork of dust and splintered wood, and she can see the shadows dancing in the flickering firelight from a distant hearth.

The Iron Claw himself emerges from the gloom, a man of medium height, bald, with a tinge of purple to his skin and a forked beard that gives him the appearance of a demon. His tongue, indeed, is a vibrant shade of purple, and his eyes gleam with a malicious excitement at the sight of his newest acquisition.

He takes the chain from the scar-faced leader, his eyes never leaving hers as he speaks in a voice that's both silky and menacing. "Welcome, my dear, I hope you have an excellent time for the length of your stay."

Luna, still on her knees, looks up at him through the veil of her hair, her eyes gleaming with a mix of fear and defiance. She knows that she's in for a world of hurt, but she's not about to let them break her.

The Iron Claw pulls her to her feet, the chain rattling as he does so. "Let's go to my office," he says, his tone a mockery of courteousness. "I'm sure we'll find something... interesting to talk about."

The bandits chuckle, and she's shoved forward, forced to crawl on her bound hands and knees across the filthy floor. The shadows whisper to her, urging her to fight back, to show them the power that lies within. But she remains composed, her eyes never leaving the Iron Claw's boots as he leads her deeper into the lair.

The room they enter is smaller, the shadows seeming to close in around her. There's a large, ornate chair that looks like it was stolen from a nobleman's manor, and a heavy wooden desk laden with maps and weapons. The Iron Claw sits down, his eyes never leaving hers, and motions for her to stand.

The whispers in her head grow more insistent, the power within her coiling like a snake, ready to strike. But she waits, her heart racing, her breath shallow. She's ready for whatever comes next, her mind racing with spells and shadows.

The Iron Claw's eyes gleamed with excitement as he opened the heavy, ancient-looking safe in the corner of the room. The metallic creak of the safe's hinges echoed through the space, and the flickering candlelight danced across the intricate carvings that adorned the safe's exterior. As he reached inside, his fingers closed around a glinting object, and he withdrew it with a flourish.

The object was a metal contraption that looked like a glove, the fingers ending in sharp, curved claws. The Iron Claw held it up to the candlelight, and the shadows cast by the claws seemed to writhe and twist on the walls like living things. Luna felt a shiver run down her spine as the Iron Claw's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with an unholy intensity.

"Ah, my prized possession," he purred, his voice like a velvet-wrapped razor. "This is the key to my power, my dear. With this, I can make anyone do my bidding."

As he spoke, the Iron Claw's fingers caressed the claws, his touch sending a faint whisper of metal on metal through the air. Luna's skin crawled at the sound, and she felt the shadows around her grow thicker, more menacing.

The Iron Claw's eyes never left hers as he began to detail the numerous ways, he'd used the claw to torment and maim others. His voice was a low, hypnotic purr, and Luna felt herself becoming entranced by the horror of his words. She tried to shake off the feeling, but it was too late. The Iron Claw's words had already conjured up images of blood and pain, of screams and terror.

"Ah, yes," he said, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I remember one victim in particular. A young woman, barely out of her teens. She was so fragile, so delicate. But I enjoyed breaking her, watching her spirit shatter beneath my claws."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot on Luna's skin. "I remember the way she screamed, the way she begged for mercy. But I just laughed, told her that she was mine now, that she would never be free again."

The Iron Claw's eyes gleamed with excitement as he continued to speak, his voice low and menacing. "And then, I used the claw to carve my initials into her skin. She was mine, body, and soul. And when I was finished with her, she was nothing but a shell of her former self."
Luna felt a surge of revulsion at the Iron Claw's words, but she refused to look away. She met his gaze, her own eyes burning with a fierce determination.

"You're a monster," she spat, her voice trembling with rage.

The Iron Claw just laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, but I'm just a man who knows what he wants. And what I want is to break you, to shatter your spirit and leave you a mere shadow of your former self."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot on Luna's skin. "And I will enjoy every moment of it."

The air in the room seemed to grow colder, heavier, as the Iron Claw's monologue continued. Luna's breath came in short, sharp gasps, and her heart pounded in her chest like a drum. She felt the shadows closing in around her, their whispers growing louder, more urgent.
And then, the Iron Claw's gaze dropped to her body, his eyes raking over her like a physical touch. Luna felt a surge of revulsion, but she refused to look away. She met the Iron Claw's gaze, her own eyes burning with a fierce determination.

The Iron Claw's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "You'll beg for mercy," he whispered, his voice like a snake slithering through the grass. "You'll scream my name as I peel the flesh from your bones."

Luna's mind recoiled at the thought, but she refused to give in to fear. She knew that fear was what the Iron Claw fed on, what gave him power. And she was determined not to give it to him.

The Iron Claw's hand reached out, his fingers closing around the chain that attached to the metal collar around her neck. He pulled her closer, his breath hot on her skin with the smell of cheap whisky, and Luna felt the shadows around her grow even thicker, more menacing. The metal collar dug into her skin as he pulled her closer, the chain clanking against the stone floor. The ropes that bound her wrists, ankles, and arms around her waist seemed to tighten, holding her in place as the Iron Claw's eyes gleamed with excitement.

The Iron Claw's left hand, the one not encased in the metal monstrosity, reached up to cup her breast, his thumb tracing circles around her nipple. Luna's skin crawled at the touch, but she refused to pull away. She was determined to show the Iron Claw that he had no power over her.
The Iron Claw's eyes gleamed with excitement as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his voice like a rusty gate. "You want more."

Luna's heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to give in to the Iron Claw's twisted desires. She knew that she had to keep her cool, to wait for the perfect moment to strike.

And then, the Iron Claw's right hand, the one encased in the metal glove, reached out and traced the curve of her breast. The points of the claws grazed her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. But it wasn't just fear that coursed through her veins. Something in the claw's touch seemed to awaken a dark, primal desire within her. The metal felt cool against her skin, but the sensation was quickly replaced by a burning heat that spread throughout her body. Luna felt her nipples harden, her breasts aching with a sudden, intense longing. She tried to push the feeling away, but it only grew stronger, more insistent.

The Iron Claw's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched her reaction, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "You feel it, don't you?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. "The claw's power is not just about pain, but about pleasure. And you, my dear, are most definitely feeling it."

Luna's mind racing, she wondered if she could somehow determine if the glove was indeed magic. But her hands were bound, and she couldn't move them to cast a detection spell. She focused on the shadows around her, trying to see if they could sense anything about the glove. The shadows seemed to grow thicker, more menacing, as if they too were trying to understand the nature of the glove.

As she concentrated, Luna felt a strange, tingling sensation in her fingers. It was as if the shadows were trying to communicate with her, to tell her something about the glove. But the sensation was fleeting, and Luna couldn't quite grasp what the shadows were trying to say.

She knew she had to think of something, and fast. She couldn't just sit there and wait for the Iron Claw to do whatever he wanted to her. She needed to get her hands looser, to find a way to cast a spell and get out of this situation.

As the Iron Claw's fingers moved down her body, shredding the fabric of her dress, Luna felt a wave of shame wash over her. But her shame was rapidly being replaced by a growing sense of excitement. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of pleasure as the cool air caressed her exposed skin. Her nipples hardened, and she felt a warmth spreading through her body.

Despite herself, Luna found herself getting increasingly turned on. She tried to push the feeling away, to focus on her situation and find a way to escape. But it was no use. The Iron Claw's touch, the way he was exposing her, was making her feel alive.

As the dress fell away, Luna felt a sense of vulnerability wash over her. But it was a vulnerability that was mixed with a sense of excitement. Luna was exposed, but she was also free. She felt a sense of liberation, of release, as the dress fell away and Luna was left standing in front of the Iron Claw, naked, bound and exposed.

Luna's eyes scanned the room, trying to find something, anything, that could help her. She saw the crack in the stone floor, and her mind began to race with possibilities. She thought about the spell, about the gesture she needed to make to loosen her bonds. And then, in a flash of inspiration, she knew what she could do.

But as she looked up at the Iron Claw, she saw the desire in his eyes. He was turned on, and he was enjoying every moment of this. Luna felt a surge of anger, mixed with a sense of shame. She was enjoying this too, and she didn't want to admit it.

The Iron Claw's eyes roved over her body, taking in every inch of her exposed skin. Luna felt a shiver run down her spine as he looked at her, his eyes burning with desire. She knew that she had to keep her cool, to wait for the perfect moment to strike. But it was getting harder and harder to resist the Iron Claw's charms.

As the Iron Claw's gaze lingered on her breasts, Luna felt a surge of pleasure. She tried to push the feeling away, but it was no use. She was turned on, and she couldn't deny it.

With these feelings, Luna's mind was racing, trying to think of a way to escape. But her body was betraying her, responding to the Iron Claw's touch in ways she couldn't control. She felt a sense of shame, mixed with a sense of excitement.

As the Iron Claw's fingers moved down her body, Luna felt a sense of anticipation. She knew that she had to wait for the perfect moment to strike, but she was also eager to see what would happen next. She was turned on, and she couldn't deny it. The Iron Claw's touch was making her feel alive, and she was eager to see where this would lead.

As Luna's arousal grew, her control over the shadows deepened. She felt a surge of power coursing through her veins, and she knew that she had to use it to her advantage. The shadows around her began to writhe and twist, like living tendrils of darkness. They danced across the walls, casting eerie silhouettes on the stone floor.

The Iron Claw, now completely under the control of the glove, was oblivious to the shadows' movements. His eyes were fixed on Luna, his gaze burning with an unnatural desire. The glove was guiding his movements, tracing along her body with an almost tender touch.

Luna's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She focused on the shadows, using her powers to manipulate them into doing her bidding.
Tendrils of blackness snaked out from the shadows, creeping across the floor like living vines. They wrapped around the ropes that bound Luna's wrists and ankles, slowly loosening the knots that held her captive.

As the tendrils of blackness continued to loosen the ropes that bound her, Luna felt a surge of hope. She was almost free, and she knew that she had to keep her wits about her if she was going to escape.

But just as she was about to make her move, the glove suddenly flashed a beam of sunlight around the room. The bright light was like a physical blow, and Luna felt her connection to the shadows severed. She was blinded by the light, and she stumbled backwards, her eyes streaming with tears.

The room was illuminated by the clawed glove, and Luna saw that she was completely surrounded by the Iron Claw's minions. They were all staring at her, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and hostility.

The Iron Claw himself was standing in front of her, the glove still flashing its beam of sunlight. He was smiling, his eyes gleaming with triumph.
"You think you can escape me?" he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "You think you can use your little tricks to get away?"

Luna shook her head, trying to clear her vision. She knew that she had to think fast, to come up with a new plan if she was going to escape.
But for now, she was at the mercy of the Iron Claw and his minions. She was trapped, and she knew that she had to find a way to escape before it was too late.

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This where the other part of the trigger warning kicks in.



As the Iron Claw's minions move to grab Luna's body, their hands closing around her limbs like vice grips, she feels a surge of fear and revulsion. The sunlight projected by the claw's beam makes her skin feel hot and exposed, and the minions' grasping hands only add to her sense of vulnerability.
The minion holding her left arm, a burly man with a thick beard, lets his hand wander up to her breast, his fingers closing around it like a vice. Luna feels a jolt of pain and humiliation as he squeezes, his grip tightening as he leers at her.

The minion holding her right arm, a lean and wiry man with a cruel grin, starts to stroke her skin, his fingers tracing patterns on her arm and shoulder. His touch is like a snake slithering over her skin, making her shudder with revulsion.

As the minions holding her legs lift her up, their hands close around her thighs and calves like vice grips, their fingers digging deep into her skin. The man with the thick scar above his eyebrow, his face twisted into a cruel grin, lets his hand wander up to her groin, his fingers probing and exploring with a sadistic curiosity.

His fingers brush against her pubic hair, sending a shiver of revulsion down her spine. He delves deeper, his fingers parting her labia, exploring the folds of her vulva with a detached interest. Luna feels a wave of shame and humiliation wash over her, her face burning with embarrassment.
The minion's fingers are like rough, unyielding probes, poking and prodding at her most intimate areas. He is searching for something, his fingers moving with a slow, deliberate pace, as if savouring the sensation of violating her.

Luna struggles in an effort to wriggle free from the minions' grasp, but they hold her fast, their grip unyielding. The man with the scarred eyebrow continues to explore her, his fingers moving with a slow, deliberate pace, as if enjoying the sensation of dominating her.

The other minions watch with interest, their eyes fixed on Luna's exposed body, their faces twisted into cruel grins. The Iron Claw watches with a detached interest, his eyes fixed on Luna's face, his expression a mask of sadistic pleasure.

As the minion continues to probe and explore her, Luna feels a wave of despair wash over her. She's trapped, at the mercy of these sadistic monsters, with no escape in sight. The minion's fingers seem to be everywhere, probing and exploring her most intimate areas, leaving her feeling violated and humiliated.

Luna feels like she's being torn apart, her body stretched and pulled in all directions as the minions hold her captive. The sunlight projected by the claw's beam makes her skin feel hot and exposed, and the minions' grasping hands only add to her sense of vulnerability.

The Iron Claw watches the scene with a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.

"Ah, yes," he says, his voice dripping with contempt.

"This is what you get when you try to cross the Iron Claw. You get broken, you get humiliated, and you get used."

As the minions continue to fondle and explore her body, Luna feels a surge of anger and defiance. She knows she must think fast, to come up with a plan to escape before it's too late. But for now, she's trapped, at the mercy of the Iron Claw and his minions.

The minions continue to hold her captive, their hands wandering over her body like they own it. Luna feels like she's being torn apart, her body stretched and pulled in all directions. She knows she must think fast, to come up with a plan to escape before it's too late.

As the minions carry Luna into the other bar room, she's immediately struck by the eerie atmosphere that pervades the space. The air is thick with the acrid smell of sulphur and burnt grass, and the sunlight radiating from the Iron Claw's bladed glove seems to struggle to penetrate the darkness that clings to the walls.

The room is a twisted playground for the Iron Claw's sadistic desires, with a variety of torture instruments scattered around the edges of the room. Some of them appear to be professionally made, with intricate carvings and polished surfaces, while others look like they've been cobbled together from whatever materials were available.

Luna's eyes are drawn to the raised table in the middle of the room, where two sets of wooden stocks are waiting for her. One set is designed for her neck, with a single hole that looks like it's been crafted to fit snugly around her throat. The other set has multiple holes, each one slightly different in size and shape, and they are intended for her wrists.

On the other side of the table, Luna sees a second set of stocks, these ones designed for her ankles. There are multiple holes here as well, each one spaced slightly apart, and they are intended for assorted sizes and shapes of ankles. The wood is worn and weathered, and Luna can see the faint outlines of old bloodstains etched into the surface.

The Iron Claw's voice is like a rusty gate as he speaks, his words dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Welcome to our little playroom, Luna. You'll be spending a lot of time here, getting to know our... equipment."

As the Iron Claw's minions move to secure Luna to the stocks, they first cut the ropes that currently bind her. The sound of the blade slicing through the rope is like a small, sharp cry, and Luna feels a surge of hope as her arms and legs are momentarily freed.

But it's a short-lived freedom, as the minions quickly move to grab her wrists and ankles, their hands closing around her like vice grips. They pull her towards the stocks, and Luna struggles to get free, her body thrashing and twisting as she tries to break their grip.

The minions are too strong, however, and they hold her fast, their fingers digging deep into her skin as they pull her closer to the stocks. Luna's arms and legs flail wildly, but she's unable to break free, and she's slowly but surely pulled towards the waiting stocks.

As the minions position her in the stocks, Luna feels the cold, unforgiving wood closing in around her.

As the minions adjust the stocks, they position Luna's hands so that they are stretched out to either side of her head, two holes spaces from her head to her wrists, all locked into the wooden stocks with a loud click.

The minions then turn their attention to Luna's ankles, adjusting the stocks to spread her legs wide apart. They make sure that her pubic area is exposed, her thighs stretched out to either side of the stocks. The position is humiliating and uncomfortable, and Luna can feel her face burning with shame.

As they adjust the stocks, the minions make sure that Luna's ankles are securely locked in place. They use padlocks to ensure that she cannot move, the metal clicking into place with a loud clang. The sound is ominous, and Luna knows that she is trapped.

The minions then step back, admiring their handiwork. Luna is stretched out before them, her body exposed and vulnerable. The Iron Claw walks over to her, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.

"Ah, yes," he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You look perfect. Just perfect."

He reaches out, his hand closing around Luna's ankle. He gives it a squeeze, his fingers digging deep into her skin.

"You're going to be a lot of fun," he says, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I can tell already."

Luna struggles against the stocks, but it's no use. She's trapped, and she knows it. The Iron Claw's laughter echoes through the room, a cold, mirthless sound, as he prepares to begin his twisted games.

The minions watch with interest, their eyes fixed on Luna's exposed body. They are waiting for something, their faces twisted with anticipation.
And then, the Iron Claw reaches out, his hand closing around Luna's pubic area. He gives it a squeeze, his fingers digging deep into her skin.

"Ah, yes," he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You're going to be a lot of fun. I can tell already."

The Iron Claw raises his hand, and the sunlight radiating from his glove seems to grow brighter, illuminating the dark recesses of the room. Luna can see the faint outlines of old torture victims etched into the walls; their faces twisted in agony.

"This is where we break our toys," the Iron Claw says, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "And you, Luna, are going to be our next plaything."
As the Iron Claw commands, the minions quickly move to light candles around the room, filling the space with a warm, flickering glow. The air is thick with the scent of wax and smoke, and Luna's eyes adjust slowly to the new light.

As the candles are lit, Luna notices that the room is now filled with a warm, golden light that banishes any shadows that might have been lurking in the corners. The Iron Claw's eyes seem to gleam with satisfaction as he surveys the room, his gaze lingering on Luna's exposed body.

But Luna's attention moves to something else. Above her, she notices a metal lattice framework that is being lowered from the ceiling. The framework is made of thick, black metal, and it is adorned with strange symbols and markings that glint in the candlelight.

As the framework is lowered, Luna can see that it is designed to fit over her body, with a series of metal bars and straps that are intended to hold her in place. The framework is surrounded by a halo of candlelight, and Luna can feel a sense of foreboding as she realizes that this is likely to be some kind of torture device.

The Iron Claw's voice is low and menacing as he speaks, his words dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Ah, yes. The lattice of pleasure. It's an old favourite of mine, and I think you'll find it... enlightening."

Luna's heart is racing as she realizes that she is about to be subjected to some kind of twisted torture. She tries to struggle against the stocks, but they are too strong, and she is trapped.

The candles seem to flicker and dance in the darkness, casting eerie shadows on the walls as Luna waits in terror for what is to come.

As the framework is lowered onto her body, Luna feels a sense of dread wash over her. The first sensation she notices is the tiny spikes that prick her skin, causing her body to sting. The spikes are small, but they are numerous, and they are covering every inch of the framework.

As the framework meets her skin, Luna feels a wave of pain wash over her. The spikes are sharp, and they dig deep into her flesh, causing her to cry out in agony. She tries to struggle against the stocks, but they are too strong, and she is trapped.

As the framework is locked in place, the minions rush around to place candles at select parts of the framework, strategically positioning them to maximize the pain and discomfort. They place candles over her arms, legs, breasts, and pussy, the flames flickering and casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Meanwhile, the Iron Claw is playing with her pussy, his fingers probing and exploring her most intimate areas. Luna is revolted by his touch, but despite her disgust, she can feel a spark of arousal igniting within her. She tries to push the feeling away, but it only seems to grow stronger, fuelled by the pain and humiliation she is experiencing.

As the minions light the candles, the hot wax begins to drip onto Luna's skin, causing her to cry out in agony. The spikes on the framework are still digging into her skin, and the fingering by the Iron Claw is only adding to her discomfort. She tries to mentally prepare herself for the pain, but it's no use. The stinging of the hot wax is like a thousand tiny knives piercing her skin, and she can feel her body beginning to shut down.

Despite the pain, Luna's body is responding to the Iron Claw's touch, her pussy becoming wet with the sensation of the candle wax. She is trying to fight it but can't, her body is betraying her.

As the Iron Claw gives the signal, the other minions gather around Luna, their eyes gleaming with excitement and anticipation. They are waiting for permission to begin their own brand of degradation and humiliation.

The Iron Claw's smile is like a green light, and the minions eagerly begin to circle around Luna, their hands reaching out to touch her. They start to fondle her breasts, her pussy, and her ass, their fingers probing and exploring every inch of her body.

Luna's body is already wracked with pain from the spikes and the candle wax, but now she is subjected to a new level of humiliation. She tries to struggle and squirm away, but the minions are too strong, and they hold her in place, their hands and fingers violating her in every way possible.

The Iron Claw watches with a satisfied smile, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. He is enjoying the show, and he encourages his minions to continue their degradation of Luna.

As the minions continue to fondle and violate Luna, she feels her body begin to shut down. She is overwhelmed with pain, humiliation, and degradation, and she doesn't know how much more she can take.

But the Iron Claw is not finished yet. He has a few more tricks up his sleeve, and he is determined to break Luna completely. He signals to his minions, and they begin to prepare for the next stage of the degradation.

As the minions start to take their trousers down, Luna feels a wave of revulsion wash over her. She can't believe that they would even think of doing something so disgusting and degrading to her. But as she looks up at them, she sees the eager and excited expressions on their faces, and she knows that she must think fast if she wants to get out of this situation.

A few of the minions have wandered over to her face and hands, trying to get her to grab their dicks with her hands and mouth. Luna feels a surge of disgust and humiliation at the thought of being forced to do something so degrading, but as she looks up at them, she sees the shadows in the room, and she knows that she must use them to her advantage.

She smiles to herself, partly because of the glove that is now making her wet, and partly because of the shadows that are now in this room. She knows that she can use the shadows to her advantage, and she starts to think of a plan.

As the minions continue to try and get her to grab their dicks, Luna starts to pretend to struggle and squirm away. She makes it look like she's trying to escape, but in reality, she's just trying to get into position to use the shadows.

The minions are too stupid to realize what's going on, and they continue to try and get her to do what they want. But Luna is one step ahead of them, and she's using the shadows to her advantage.

As the minions continue to abuse Luna for their pleasure, Luna starts to feel a sense of power and control that she hadn't felt before. She knows that she's not going to let them break her, and she's going to use every trick in her book to escape and punish them all.

The Iron Claw is watching the scene with a mixture of excitement and curiosity, and he's wondering what's going to happen next. He's not sure if Luna is going to break or if she's going to find a way to escape.

But Luna is determined to escape, and she's going to use every trick in the book to do it. She's going to use the shadows, the glove, and her own cunning to outsmart the minions and escape from this place.

As Luna thinks quickly, she realizes that she needs to prioritize stopping the glove from releasing sunlight again. She moves her groin and ass down as much as she can, trying to limit the glove's movement and prevent it from triggering another wave of sunlight.

This movement causes the minions to pause, momentarily confused by Luna's sudden shift in position. The Iron Claw, however, seems to sense an opportunity and takes a step closer to Luna, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Ah, you think you can stop the game, little one?" he says, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "But you're just making it more interesting."

The Iron Claw's words are accompanied by a surge of pain from the lattice framework, which seems to be responding to Luna's movements. The spikes dig deeper into her skin, causing her to cry out in agony. She thinks she can hear a clicking sound after the Iron Claw had spoken.

Despite the pain, Luna remains focused on her goal. She knows that she needs to think quickly and come up with a plan to escape, or at least to gain some control over the situation.

As she looks around the room, Luna's eyes land on the shadows cast by the candles. She focuses on her spell book and thinks about which incantation might save her in this predicament.

And as she takes a breath, to avoid the penis slapping on her face, she then realises she hasn’t been gagged. How many other victims of these murderous cunts begged and pleaded for their lives while being abused like this. She started to plead for mercy and offering herself to the Iron Claw. She tries to be as sincere and submissive as possible, hoping the Iron Claw loosens his focus and becomes the puppet again as he did before.

“I'll do anything," she says, her voice trembling with feigned fear. "Just please, don't hurt me anymore. I'll pleasure you, Iron Claw, and your big strong men. I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt me."

The Iron Claw and his minions exchange a look, seemingly taken aback by Luna's sudden willingness to submit. For a moment, they seem to be considering her offer, and Luna senses a glimmer of hope.

But then, the Iron Claw's expression twists into a cruel smile. "Ah, you think you can just offer yourself to us and we'll let you go?" he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're not that lucky, little one. We're just getting started."

The Iron Claw's words are accompanied by a surge of pain from the lattice framework, which seems to be responding to Luna's attempts to manipulate them. The spikes dig deeper into her skin, causing her to cry out in agony.

As she wonders about the magical properties of the framework, she notices the grunt at the corner of the table winching something. This gives her a clue that the framework might be more mechanical than magical, and that the winching mechanism might be the key to controlling the spikes as they dig in further into her skin. She can feel the blood now on her skin as they pierce her skin.

She gestures to two of the bandits to her hands, offering her touch to pleasure their penises. They happily get closer, and she grips their cocks, stroking and pulling while appearing to be as submissive to them, with her eyes being willing yet holding back the tears.

The Iron Claw watches the scene with interest, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Ah, yes, she's a eager one, isn't she?" he says, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.

As Luna continues to stroke the bandits' cocks, she tries to feel for any weaknesses in the framework. She knows that if she can just find a way to disable the winching mechanism, she might be able to escape.

But just as she is starting to feel hopeful, the Iron Claw speaks up again. "Enough," he says, his voice cold and commanding. "We'll see how much she can take."

The grunt at the corner of the table winches the mechanism again, and the spikes dig in even further. Luna cries out in agony, her body arching against the framework.

The Iron Claw laughs, clearly enjoying Luna's pain. "You see, my dear, the framework is designed to respond to your pleasure. The more you enjoy yourself, the more it will hurt you."

Luna now starts to plan her escape from the locked pincushion table, avoiding triggering the frameworks mechanical properties and getting the Iron Claw to shut the fuck up every time she thinks she’s getting somewhere. She can see the purple gleam that was his face is now starting to dissolve in the sweat coming from the top of his head. If he’s getting overheated, that may be something to exploit and turn purple head into a puppet again.

Luna starts to moan and using the pleasure aspect of the torture to increase the adrenaline through her system ignoring the pain from those damned spikes. The pain from her breasts, arms, belly and legs are going to catch up with her soon if she can’t pull this deception off.

The Iron Claw and his minions seem to be buying into her act, and they start to get more and more excited. But Luna knows she needs to be careful not to overdo it, or she might trigger the framework's mechanical properties and make things worse.

As the Iron Claw continues to finger her, Luna can feel his control slipping away. She's confident that if she can just clamp her ass down, she can prevent the glove from moving and triggering the framework's mechanical properties.

Meanwhile, she's asking the other five bandits to see who can be the first to ejaculate on her face. She's opening her mouth and glancing up at them with a hungry expression, trying to make them think she's eager for their semen.

The bandits are clearly excited by this prospect, and they start to gather around her, their cocks in their hands. The Iron Claw, still under the control of the glove, is now fingering her anus, and Luna can feel his fingers moving in and out of her.

As the bandits start to masturbate, Luna carefully tries to feel for any weaknesses in the framework. She's looking for a way to disable the winching mechanism, or to find a loose spot in the restraints that she can use to her advantage.

The situation is intense and chaotic, with the bandits grunting and groaning as they approach orgasm. Luna's heart is racing, but she's focused on her goal: escape.

The Iron Claw delves his hand deeper into her pussy, she can feel the edge of the blades of that glove, they’ve not yet been releases but she is aware they could rip her apart any moment. The Wincher is holding on to the handle, waiting for the next command from the Iron Claw to turn the handle once more to cause some serious lacerations, though he has started to wank off with his other hand. Meanwhile the rest of the bandits are gathered around her face as she keeps her mouth open ready for their ejaculate.

Her smile gets wider as she feels the shadows now forming around her on the table.

Internally, Luna then felt the surge of anger and hatred course through her veins. She thought about all the innocent lives they had ruined, all the pain and suffering they had inflicted. She thought about her own body, broken and bleeding, and the humiliation she had endured at their hands.

A dark energy began to build inside her, fueled by her rage and her desire for revenge. She could feel her master's power stirring within her, urging her to unleash her full fury upon the bandits.

Luna's heart pounded in her chest as she raised her voice, the words spilling out of her like a curse:

"Your pitiful lives are forfeit, your souls now bound to my master's eternal darkness... Kyrethys!"

As Luna’s voice rose, the air around her grew colder for a split second, the shadows deepening and twisting into dark tendrils that reached out like living things. The candles on the walls flickered and died, plunging the room into darkness. The bandits' eyes widened in terror as they realized too late that they were no match for Luna's power."

And with that, she splits into a violent shadow explosion, that suddenly reappears by the door to the torture room. Her naked body is still wounded from the spikes but she is no longer bleeding. She feels the cool air on her skin that is coming from under the door and the shadows caress her. The room is delved into darkness as all of the candles have blown out.

She quietly casts a healing spell on her self and feels all the better for it. As she looks down at her body, she sees the marks of the spikes, the bruises and the cuts. She sees the way her skin is torn and battered, but she also sees the way her body is healing. The wounds are already starting to close, the skin knitting itself back together as her magic works to repair the damage. The room is silent except the sound of coughing and gurgling from the bandits who are still barely alive.

Luna grabs a candle, flint and steel to light the wick and then starts to see the effect of her devastation. As the darkness receded, Luna saw that the room was in shambles. The bandits' bodies were scattered across the floor, their limbs twisted at unnatural angles. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and sweat, and the sound of coughing and gurgling echoed through the silence. Luna's own body was still wounded, but she felt a sense of relief wash over her as she realized she was free. She took a deep breath, feeling the pain and exhaustion begin to recede.

The Iron Claw’s body has been completely shredded, his legs and lower torso have collapsed on the floor, the glove still on the table with some fragments of his hand left over.

The shadows around her are dancing around as she sees the winch operator who is still alive, coughing up blood, looking up at Luna with a mixture of fear and awe in his eyes. "You...you're a monster," he gasps, before collapsing onto the floor, motionless.

Luna takes a pair of manacles from the side of the room and chains the winch operator to the table, she then heals him to stop him from dying as she has questions which need answering.

She looks over at the other dead and dying bandits. The brute force hit them all in the groin, penises have been ripped off and she has a satisfied grin on her face. She kneels down to one that is still alive and whispers into his ear words that appear as smoke from her mouth that makes him suddenly have seizures, a trickle of blood coming from his nose. His eyes are wide open as Luna speaks more to him, creating the mental image of the eternal torture that’s about to become his reality after his passing.

Leaving the room, she becomes one with the shadows, exploring the disused inn. She takes stock of the inn and the surrounding area, it’s off a path that has been reclaimed by the forest. Dawn is starting to rise in the east and she works out the path back to her cottage.

As she searches the upstairs rooms, she finds a collection of dresses, jewellery and other personal items that belonged to other victims that had fallen foul of this place. Luna takes one of the dresses, a dark blue velvet dress that has had the buttons pulled off and puts it on. It gets lighter outside and she wanders back into the torture room, the winch operator is still lying there on the ground, his wrists still restrained to the table.

“Don’t move please” she says, the words float across in a dark cloud and stun the winch operator, his face feels as shocked as the previous bandit who died by her words. She looked over the various torture weapons, spikes, blades, clamps, devils pears and other items. As she holds one, she remarks to herself how clean the items are.

Just to make sure the winch operator isn’t going to move, she takes more of the cuffs and locks more of them on his wrists and ankles to make sure he is not moving anywhere.

She then takes a coin bag that feels heavy and seeing his penis is still flopping out of his breeches, she starts to toss the bag in her hand till she wanders back to him and with a harder toss into the air, moves her hand so it lands on his scrotum, squeezing his balls as they land with a hard thud. He screams in agony as she smiles with her handy work. He starts to cry and bang his head. She strokes his head and heals him again.

Knowing he isn’t moving now, she wanders around the grounds of the inn, she can see now in the morning light where the fresh graves have been dug in the forest. She looks through the inn using the daylight to see what else they had been doing. She finds paperwork belonging to a member of the Crimson Bank, they must have been a victim of the gang at some point, one document was signed a few weeks ago from the date.

And then she found the gold and jewels that was in the Iron Claws room, quite the fortune indeed.

She came back to the torture room to look now at the table and the glove in more detail. She can see the glove is glowing magically with a variety of lights. She uses a pair of tongs to reach into the lattice to get the glove, shake out the fingers, bits of human nails and parts of hand that fall out. She sees the table isn’t glowing though which is what she thought.

Luna feels the metal frame, running her fingers on the spikes and seeing they had dug in three quarters of an inch, but the spikes could have gone further. She grasps the handle of the winch and starts to turn it over and over, it takes 8 clicks for the spikes to finally touch the table. She works out from the spikes it probably wouldn’t kill the victim under them but leave them to bleed out.

She’s still fascinated by the table, considering what could have happened to her. Luna takes a deep breath and kneels back down to the winch operator.

“How many?” she asks

“Dunno, 6 maybe” he answers in a strain. The coin purse is digging into his balls and the 4 cuffs she’s placed on his wrists is making his hands and arms go purple.

She goes closer to his ear and again as she talks, the words appear as smoke from her mouth into his ears.

She describes how in a few minutes he is going to die. If by some fortunate chance his god wants him then perhaps, he will enjoy a glowing afterlife. But considering his scummy lifestyle and the way he has engaged with the killing of innocent victims, there is a good chance that when he dies in a few minutes, he will awake as a tiny maggot spawning from the River Styx on whatever level of hell it’s flowing through when he enters the afterlife.

But, as she explains as blood starts to drip from his eyeballs as the pain in his head intensifies, there is a very good chance that her master is listening and is attempting to seize his soul as soon as the last breath exits from his lungs. When he does, he will find the various demons under her master’s control will want to play with him and any of the other bandits that got caught in her shadow explosion.

He starts to beg for mercy as she describes what the first demon is going to his penis, slicing it like cooked meat in the butchers and making him eat it, then regrowing it again.

She then smiles some more, with some dark magic words causing the pain in his head to finally pop some vessels with the blood streaming from his eyes, ears and nose as he breathes his last.

Luna stands up, and takes a breath. She was stupid to take the risks that she did. If they had gagged her, she would have been dead, abused more than she was and lying in a pit next to where those bodies are currently residing. But the sheer thrill of taking on these cunts who have ended others and will no longer be able to hurt anyone else made her smile.


She looked at her wrist and ankle bands, they glowed as her master was happy with the souls she had brought him.


What to do next. She would need to visit the Crimson Bank and explain what had happened to the persons with the documents she found.


She hoped she could get a reward from the bank to buy this place and fix it up. At least that would be some legitimate cash compared to the other valuable items around here she was going to keep.


She wanted to get this table cleaned, she had unfinished business with this table.


She looked at the glove, and wanted to find out more about it and what it could do.


She then looked down at the bodies and wondered how much of the shadows could she control to get rid of them rather than her pulling the bodies around.


Oh, and learn how to say Kyrethys while gagged, that would be important for next time.


But now it was time for breakfast as she went into the kitchen to see what they had left over.

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