RP Adventures: The Shadow's of Caine

Caine- Part 4

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**WARNING! Descriptions of VIOLENCE and sadism. 

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     The journey from Loch Modan to the Windsor estate was grueling, yet Allaster Caine remained defiant, or at least he tried to. The night elf's grip on the rope never faltered, guiding her captive through the bustling marketplace of Ironforge, onto the Deeprun Tram, and finally into Stormwind. As they neared their destination, Allaster became increasingly unnerved.

"Look, we can work something out, can't we?" he pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation as they wound through the narrow alleys of Stormwind. "I'll double whatever Reygina's paying you. Triple it, even."

The night elf remained silent, her expression unreadable.

"Don't you have any mercy?" he begged. "She's going to kill me!"

Still nothing.

"You can't just hand me over to her!" Allaster cried, his voice growing more frantic with each step. "Please, don't do this. I'll make it worth your while. I'll—"

But his pleas fell on deaf ears as they reached a large, gated estate. The servants and guards stood at attention, awaiting their arrival. Lady Reygina Windsor, dressed in a long, crimson gown, descended the grand staircase with all the grace and elegance of a queen. Her eyes fixed on Allaster with cold satisfaction as the night elf brought him forward.

"Well, well," Reygina said, her voice dripping with malice. "Allaster Caine, back where you belong."

Allaster offered a wry smile. "Lady Windsor, your hospitality is as cold as ever."

Reygina's lips curled into a tight smile. "Your charms won't work on me this time, Mr. Caine. You have caused me enough embarrassment. It's time to pay for your treachery."

The night elf handed the rope to Reygina and stepped back, her expression unreadable.

"You've done well," Reygina said, addressing the night elf with a nod. "Your payment will be sent to you as agreed."

The night elf inclined her head in acknowledgment before turning to leave.

"Wait!" Allaster called after her, his voice tinged with desperation. "You're just going to hand me over like this?"

But the night elf did not respond. She slipped out of the foyer and vanished into the night, leaving Allaster in Reygina's hands.

Reygina turned her attention back to Allaster, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Now, Mr. Caine, shall we discuss the terms of your stay?"

"You're not planning on keeping me here long, are you?" Allaster asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh, I have quite a few plans for you," Reygina replied, circling him slowly. "And if you don't cooperate, I can assure you that you'll regret it."

She snapped her fingers, and two guards stepped forward, grabbing Allaster by the arms.

"Take him to the cellar," Reygina ordered. "I will join you shortly."

Allaster struggled against their grip as they dragged him down the stairs, through the darkened halls of the Windsor estate, and into a dimly lit cellar. They bound him to a wooden chair in the center of the room where he sat in silence, his mind racing with possibilities.

Moments later, Reygina entered, her presence filling the room like a chilling breeze. She crossed the floor, her heels clicking, and stopped in front of Allaster, looking down at him with a mix of amusement and contempt.