No time to relax was afforded to Vyra, save for what could have been considered that lone afternoon heading into the evening. A long tour of the estate left Vyra drained, not for the substance of what was covered in her forced tour of the manner, but rather the culmination of the events that preceded it. The toll that the auctioning, transporting, and drugging of Vyra had led up to this point, her having been exhausted, wishing for the warm reprieve of sleep, or even death perhaps.

Anything to get her out of here. Away from this lady in red who took no shame in delight for the plight that had befallen the Demi-Human.

In the moment, the rare instance of lucidity during the auction in which she was able to look through the drugged fog and see what was there before her, there was a brief moment that she thought that this woman may have been a savior. A sense that she would have been someone to pull her out of her horrid plight.

How wrong she was.

No more was it the case than that of the night to come, the expected role in which she was to carry out for this woman. A servant. Someone to cater to the whims and needs of whomever it may have been.

Whatever it may have been.

A chill ran up her spine at the thought, her having often having seen the worst of man in a combative state. What terrors could they have dreamt up with someone like her completely at their mercy?

Looking out the window of the room in which she were granted as a temporary quarter during her enslavement, with each passing minute she looked out with contempt and dread equally, knowing that as the evening dawned closer and closer, so too did the last vestiges of her identity as a free woman.

It was the only thing on her mind throughout the evening.

With every minute that passed, with every individual whom approached her, a deft hand placed upon her skin, a comment, snide or of flattery, based in her direction, with each she felt her legs get weak, her desire to flee from this hell livid in every cell of her body. Her body desperate to escape, but her willpower deprived via the collar still wrung upon her neck.

She was a slave to the will of the collar. And that will was tied to the orders of the Red Lady.

“Serve them, no matter their request.”

To her surprise – and great disbelief – things had been manageable. Degrading, to much a degree, but a far cry from what she had feared that it would have been. Every few minutes her eyes wandered to something, one of her fellow maids disappearing into or reemerging from a room, perhaps tears streaming down their cheeks, or a fresh gash upon their lips. Whatever it may have been, to know that it could have just as easily have been her left her feeling no shortage of relief in knowing that in that moment it were not her.

An eerie sense came over her though as the gathering prolonged and went on further, the handiness of the drunken guests getting worse and worse with each glass drunk, the vulgarity and debasing of Vyra and the other maids becoming a more common thing, to the point where the focus of the night shifted from that of a gathering among like-minded individuals to a contest where who could ruinate a maid the worst.

She became terrified at the prospect of becoming subject to such a game, having been largely able to avoid the attention of those whom most relished in the spirits made readily available. Sadly, that shroud faded as she felt an unexpected touch upon her shoulder. A hand, calm in its delivery, yet unwelcome all the same. Turning her head to see just who it was, a myriad of emotions ran over Vyra as she saw the broker, the very same one whom had first informed Vyra of the guild that was supposed to have saved her. The one who had set all of this in motion from the very beginning. The one who looked upon her with a face that reeked of ignorance.

“What a surprise to find you! Especially amongst all of these… people,” his last word cut through with a level of malice that utterly betrayed any faint level of kindness his smile may have first indicated. “No point in debasing ourselves with pigs such as those, wouldn’t you agree,” his hand now caressed down upon Vyra’s chin, causing the Demi-Human to wish to vomit at even the touch, let alone suggestion.

“The Red Queen has provided me with private quarters for the evening. A thank you that she felt necessary for helping you escape Hargeon, you remember don’t you?” Though the collar prevented Vyra from acting, hearing that drop her wishing to wrap her hands around the man’s neck, strangling out whatever life was there; the only fitting response to what he had done to her.

But, all she could was nod in agreement.

“What say we retreat there for the evening? You can regale to me all about your new life there,” the smile turned to nothing more than pure wickedness, his hand descending further downward upon body.

She sought nothing more than to tell to him to go to hell, but as she cursed him, all that came through her lips were a forced voicing of consent, “That… sounds…. Lovely….”

Only a short time of walking, both of them effortlessly avoiding the cesspool that had become the gathering, and then Vyra found herself within a private room alongside the man whom had largely been responsible for her current situation. He sat upon the bed, looking upon the Demi-Human with eyes filled with nothing more than lust. A warped smile upon his face as she stood there, almost petrified both of fear of what was to come.

“Much better, wouldn’t you agree? Nobody to disturb us, and nobody to get in the way…”

A pause, him expecting Vyra to respond, but finding only annoyance in her refusal.

“Your clothes. Strip them.”

She did as required, her body wishing to fight back against it with every fiber of her being, yet she found herself unable to do anything, completely at the mercy of the collar as article upon article of clothing of hers fell to the ground.

In a short time she were there, still standing, but now within the full nude, while the man upon the bed appreciated the view in its entirety.

“Lovely… Absolutely lovely… Now, how about you come here?”

The collar willed it, and as she moved towards him, he failed to see the light fade from her eyes, darkness overtaking them in their entirety, returning back as she were just a few inches from his person. As she rose her hands upon his cheeks, the wide grin upon his face, he could not help but look in horror as the sinister smile formed similarly upon her own face, her hands lowering themselves such that they were now wrapped upon his neck, her grip tightening and tightening.

In an instant, the tables had turned and now she was doing exactly what Vyra had sought in the first place, the strength fading with every passing second as she strength over the situation grew and grew.

“How?”

The fiendish smile on Vyra’s face grew even wider, “The greatest mistake was showing your face again. You’ll be the first,” she leaned in, their eyes never breaking from one another, his of terrors, hers of wicked satisfaction, “But you won’t be the last.”

A snapping sound filled the air, and then silence came following.

Whatever fight was in his body faded away to nothing, an empty shell of a man whom once lived a life of betrayal.

And there was Vyra, in her nude, but not without her own power, or at least, for the moment. In an instant, the darkness within her rescinded back inside, leaving the broken girl back in the forefront again, unaware of what happened, left without answers for when the guards arrived suddenly, breaking open the door to find the Demi-Human and the corpse of the Red Lady’s distinguished guest.

And at the mercy of the collar, there were little that she was able to do to fight back.

1408/1250 ( -50% | -20% Oración Seis Guild Level 2 Perk, -20% Explorer's Belt, -10% Companion)