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Ten days later, Stryella stood, looking over the Slaver's Pit and stared at Reliquiae's Inner Sanctum. Staring at the lair, she took a long pull from the bottle in her hand. She had taken to drinking, very heavily lately. Stryella had been unable to sleep at night since her last visit to Reliquiae's abode. She was getting worn down and haggard. A warrior who couldn’t sleep wasn’t a very effective warrior. Thankfully, there had been no call for Stryella to take up her equiptment in the last ten days. The dreams were broken, and scattered, with no flow or cohesiveness. But hey all seemd to have one thing in common; The Slave Master. Images would flash through Stryella's mind as she dreamed, like peels of lightning on a stormy night. FLASH! Bare feet walking silently on crimson carpet. FLASH! A dark room, filled with purple, flickering light. FLASH! A long, foreboding hall with manacles hanging on the walls. FLASH! A ghostly form that seemed composed of pale, glowing light with a pool of infinite blackness at the center. It beckons to her, "Come to the light and embrace the darkness." FLASH! Two beautiful eyes, with voided pupils the color of night that promised pleasure and pain. FLASH! Light laughter followed by screams of agony. FLASH! A smiling face with blood spattered, porcelain-colored skin. FLASH! Delicate looking hands, with finely chiseled finger nails, that rends flesh from someone’s body.

After the first couple of nights of these dreams, Stryella tried to find something to help her sleep. She tried drinking, but they penetrate her dreams even when drunk. She even tried an "herbal remedy", but to no avail. She looked away from the Sanctum, but something kept drawing her eyes back to it. She felt like a spider caught in a web, yet instead of being afraid of the web, she wanted to bind herself to it even more. She wanted to escape, yet run to it. She was torn between doing what she thought she wanted and what she feared.

Her last encounter with Reliquiae had changed her, somehow. What had the Slaver's Dominatrix done to her? She started to step towards the Sanctum, but stopped herself. It was hard to do. Stryella forcefully made herself turn around and walk away. And for a minute, she thought she felt a feeling of disappointment come from the Sanctum. She didn't stop and look back, she dared not to. The urge to go to the Sanctum became stronger, more insistent. Yet, she resisted. Strangely, it started to rain then.

Stryella headed for the one place she knew she could get a diversion, one she hadn’t tried yet to take the Sanctum off her mind. She entered The Horny Toad and headed towards her usual room. She pointed at the biggest, most muscle bound male employee she could see and he followed her. When they both entered her room, she rounded on the young man and immediately struck him across the face. Looking back at her after the blow, the man replied, "Does mistress wish to domina....?" WHACK! He never finished the sentence for she had hit him again. Then again. And again. She pummeled him until he was lying in a pool of blood on the floor, unconscious. Blood had splattered on everything, even on herself. She felt oddly satisfied at her deed, like after an intense climax. What had she done? She started as she noticed several faces peering at her from the door. The sound of the beating she had meted out had caught their attention. The proprietor stared at her, dumbfounded. Stryella had never done this to an employee before, not to this degree.

Horrified, Stryella rushed out the room, past the gawkers and out the building. She fell in the mud out in front of the brothel, rising to her knees; she stared up into the dark clouds, letting the rain fall on her. Then a flash of lightning, and she saw Reliquiae, floating, disembodied in the sky and Stryella cringed and cryed out. Stryella got to her feet, and staggered her way to the Slaver's Pit. She made her way into the Inner Sanctum of her tormentor. Oddly, Reliquiae was standing in the middle of the central chamber, as if waiting for her. The Slaver's Dominatrix clucked her tongue disapprovingly at the site of Stryella dripping mud on her lush red carpets. Stryella fell to her knees in front of Reliquiae. She looked up at the Slave Master, into those haunting eyes and asked, "What have you done to me?" Reliqiuae merely smiled at her. And with that look that Reliaiaue gave her, her head fell. Looking at the carpeted floor, she knew then that she was enslaved.

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Ten days later, Stryella stood, looking over the Slaver's Pit and stared at Reliquiae's Inner Sanctum. Staring at the lair, she took a long pull from the bottle in her hand. She had taken to drinking, very heavily lately. Stryella had been unable to sleep at night since her last visit to Reliquiae's abode. She was getting worn down and haggard. A warrior who couldn’t sleep wasn’t a very effective warrior. Thankfully, there had been no call for Stryella to take up her equiptment in the last ten days. The dreams were broken, and scattered, with no flow or cohesiveness. But hey all seemd to have one thing in common; The Slave Master. Images would flash through Stryella's mind as she dreamed, like peels of lightning on a stormy night. FLASH! Bare feet walking silently on crimson carpet. FLASH! A dark room, filled with purple, flickering light. FLASH! A long, foreboding hall with manacles hanging on the walls. FLASH! A ghostly form that seemed composed of pale, glowing light with a pool of infinite blackness at the center. It beckons to her, "Come to the light and embrace the darkness." FLASH! Two beautiful eyes, with voided pupils the color of night that promised pleasure and pain. FLASH! Light laughter followed by screams of agony. FLASH! A smiling face with blood spattered, porcelain-colored skin. FLASH! Delicate looking hands, with finely chiseled finger nails, that rends flesh from someone’s body.

After the first couple of nights of these dreams, Stryella tried to find something to help her sleep. She tried drinking, but they penetrate her dreams even when drunk. She even tried an "herbal remedy", but to no avail. She looked away from the Sanctum, but something kept drawing her eyes back to it. She felt like a spider caught in a web, yet instead of being afraid of the web, she wanted to bind herself to it even more. She wanted to escape, yet run to it. She was torn between doing what she thought she wanted and what she feared.

Her last encounter with Reliquiae had changed her, somehow. What had the Slaver's Dominatrix done to her? She started to step towards the Sanctum, but stopped herself. It was hard to do. Stryella forcefully made herself turn around and walk away. And for a minute, she thought she felt a feeling of disappointment come from the Sanctum. She didn't stop and look back, she dared not to. The urge to go to the Sanctum became stronger, more insistent. Yet, she resisted. Strangely, it started to rain then.

Stryella headed for the one place she knew she could get a diversion, one she hadn’t tried yet to take the Sanctum off her mind. She entered The Horny Toad and headed towards her usual room. She pointed at the biggest, most muscle bound male employee she could see and he followed her. When they both entered her room, she rounded on the young man and immediately struck him across the face. Looking back at her after the blow, the man replied, "Does mistress wish to domina....?" WHACK! He never finished the sentence for she had hit him again. Then again. And again. She pummeled him until he was lying in a pool of blood on the floor, unconscious. Blood had splattered on everything, even on herself. She felt oddly satisfied at her deed, like after an intense climax. What had she done? She started as she noticed several faces peering at her from the door. The sound of the beating she had meted out had caught their attention. The proprietor stared at her, dumbfounded. Stryella had never done this to an employee before, not to this degree.

Horrified, Stryella rushed out the room, past the gawkers and out the building. She fell in the mud out in front of the brothel, rising to her knees; she stared up into the dark clouds, letting the rain fall on her. Then a flash of lightning, and she saw Reliquiae, floating, disembodied in the sky and Stryella cringed and cryed out. Stryella got to her feet, and staggered her way to the Slaver's Pit. She made her way into the Inner Sanctum of her tormentor. Oddly, Reliquiae was standing in the middle of the central chamber, as if waiting for her. The Slaver's Dominatrix clucked her tongue disapprovingly at the site of Stryella dripping mud on her lush red carpets. Stryella fell to her knees in front of Reliquiae. She looked up at the Slave Master, into those haunting eyes and asked, "What have you done to me?" Reliqiuae merely smiled at her. And with that look that Reliaiaue gave her, her head fell. Looking at the carpeted floor, she knew then that she was enslaved.