>>55234509"Imbecile woman."
A hard slap jolted her awake, and Karen struggled against the chains she found fastened to her extremities. She struggled against the haze of unconsciousness, until her mind snapped back into focus. She was in some sort of damp, dimly lit cave...and the Champion himself was standing before her, his presence commanding and terrifying.
"You've hurt Clair, and drawn the ire of the Blackthorn Clan, myself included. Did you think you'd go unpunished for this, foolish woman? For defiling my own blood?"
She stammered, attempted to start explaining herself, but another slap shut her up, sudden and powerful. She tasted the metallic tang of blood in her mouth.
"For the severity of your offense, for the magnitude of this insult...you will suffer, Karen. You will beg me for death, but I will not grant it. Not for a long time."
She shrunk as the reality of her situation struck her. They'd somehow drugged her, then dragged her out to some hidden corner of their territory. These dragon fucks would never let her leave, nobody would ever find her body.
"In Blackthorn custom, I will be breaking you, every part of your being. Firstly, I will deform and defile you until all of your beauty is stripped away, then I will cripple your body to destroy your autonomy, and then, subject you to pain. Pain unlike you've ever felt before, to your very breaking point, and even more still. Believe my words when I say you'll wish you'd never been born into this world, Elite Karen." He explained, whispering the last part into her ear.
She began to sob quietly, uglily, and Lance watched her with all of the interest one might grant an insect. He stepped aside and revealed a table full of gleaming metal tools—instruments of torture, sharp and vicious. Beside it was a male Dragonite, massive and breathing heavily, its enormous penis fully erect and throbbing as he glared at her.
"I want you to know that you did this to yourself." He stated simply, and got to work.
