Alone in the Dungeon - Page 6 (Patreon)

Siyrik walked close to doucette. He placed the tool under her chin and lifted her chin up. He smiled at her and looked at her eyes with hungry eyes. Doucette hated that gaze on Masters’s eyes. She couldn’t stand how they imagined her laying on the bed, willingly waiting for them.

“Damn, you foreigner bitches make me desire pleasure that young body can offer. It is unfortunate I cannot take you here and now. But I’m sure when you continue like this, my friends and I can have you and enjoy.” Siyrik laughed.

Doucette had learned the local language fast. It was the only way to survive. But, unfortunately, she was unable to express herself to Siyrik. She wanted to wish him a good voyage to the Hel hall where scum like he belonged. It was the same place where she wanted to send most of the people she had met on her voyage. Siyrik pushed the tool to her skin so hard it hurt.

“You keep making trouble. Mistress will get soon enough of you, and you will become our toy.” Man continued. “But now I’m lucky to play with your body. I want to hear how you cry from pain and peg me to stop.”

Siyrik continued his speech with his language that had long words and endless sentences. Doucette was boiling angry. She wouldn’t be anyone’s toy. She would show these people were wrong. Eventually, she would have a chance to get revenge. Doucette was living and breathing and dreaming about her revenge. She had understood that they tried to break her to make her a good slave. That would never happen. She wouldn’t be a puppet as the girl who kneeled next to her and began placing shackles around her angle.