For two weeks I've been held in this castle forced to serve the Dark one.
She rarely says a word to me, but her orders are absolute and cruel. Without concern for my wellbeing, she has me clean the castle from top to bottom, inside and out. Her meals are to be served at specific times without delay. Anything that displeases her is beaten into my body.
"Dark One your meal is ready," I came into her chambers with her tray in hand, I was trembling it was three minutes passed the allotted time.
"You, are, late," she said in sing song, "place the tray on the table and strip."
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Black Thread (CPN) - Part I
Storie d'amoreA cowardly man forced to serve an ancient and powerful Witch. A dark and mysterious woman with magic and powers beyond comprehension. She seeks something almost unobtainable. What kind of path will these two walk? What kind of pain awaits them? Wha...
