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In order to assert dominance, order, and pure tyrantial control over a kingdom, one would have to either guarantee that their lineage and family follow the same traditionally established laws and military strategies that their forefathers had laid out.

This was a matter of luck, and with any changes or reforms, the land may fall back into the chaos it once suffered under, and that could never happen again, the land must stay fertile, the subjects must remain subservient, and the crown's jewels must not befall another, untrustworthy head.

This is the exact motive, combined with the best alchemists and apothecaries in the land, that kept the tyrantial yet efficient king of the land alive, and well in power.

The High and Mighty King Bertrand, once a sleek scaled, elegantly presented Serperior had taken the rule of the land from his father before him long ago when wars had ravaged the continent they called home, the entire Eastern Kingdom fell under his scepter and crown's rule, and if the words from his empowered mouth were not enough, the clashing of his military's sword would prove the final word.

While time had hardly been kind to the King's ragged and aged body, the Serperior hardly found it a burden to his tactical brain and consistent efficient malice against any and all that would betray the crown, his cunning and wit unparalleled by a single peer.

This power, combined with the undying horror that would befall anyone that even contemplated a coup, had kept the aging old tyrant Bertrand in power for an incredible, entire century, his one hundred and fortieth birthday recently concluding in celebrations mere weeks ago.

Now, inside of the massive golden trimmed and properly elegant throne room, fitting for a king of his power, coiled and comfortable in his plush velvet laden gold throne was the King himself, hissing in mild stings of pain as yet another apothecary session was being finished.

"Speed this up, I've other matters to attend to." Bertrand hissed out down to the Tauros who simply nodded in obedience, finishing his bandage work to one of the several oozing, painful ulcers that had formed toward the base of King Bertrand's tail, an unpleasant side effect of being over a century old.

Wiping his hands with various leaves and scents, the Tauros stood and bowed. "You are clean, my liege, those will hold up for a few weeks more, please send a courier should you require more." He spoke, before taking a knee.

"Indeed, thank you, you are dismissed." Bertrand spoke, the Tauros standing and leaving.

"Other matters, Young Bertie?" Cooed a voice from the left of the throne.

Turning to face who spoke, with a confident smile Bertrand met the gaze of Helgr, a large, older Miltank woman, clad nearly head to toe in black leather with only her udders protruding from the ensemble, and much more in their history.

"Many, such as...Observing your work for the evening, I suppose." Bertrand chuckled as he replied.

Helgr's smile was one of the few things that actually made Bertrand himself smile, that loyal woman was the only person who he would let live, let alone even dare call him 'Bertie', the irony of the situation is that the maternal, grandmotherly Miltank was quite literally half his age, but none the less seasoned.

She had started her life off as a field medic for Betrand's military, and through sheer will and skill and upbringing through the ranks, as well as a horrific injury by the way of flaming trebuchet recoil that earned her the praise and respect of the King himself, she had quite ironically become the highest taker of life in the castle's walls, the kingdom's most feared, yet enthusiastic executioner.

And while her injury that fateful day in battle had left most of her frame in scorched disorder, her will was still as sharp as the axe she uses to keep Bertrand's word of law in order, which also gave her the honor of bringing as much life into the kingdom as she removed as the resident Midwife, and the subjects of Betrand's kingdom had no issues deciding which way they would sooner meet Helgr.

"Shocking as it may be, my dear Bertie, we have no birthing, nor pest removal scheduled for the evening, not until the morrow will we enjoy such a visage." She sighed, shrugging her leather clad shoulders with disappointment.

The twelve foot long royal Serperior let out a gravely sigh and let his head rest upon his coiled tail, his displeasure and boredom growing by the second as was quite evident to Helgr, who simply walked to the old tyrant and leaned onto the throne, a punishable by death offense to most, but to her another casual action.

"Well, Young Bertie, there are always the games that can arise from digging some filth out of our...guest rooms?" Helgr spoke with a singsong voice, attempting to uplift the King's dismay.

"Such as...?" Bertrand replied, looking to the miltank executioner with genuine curiosity, and a half smile.

"Well, we could move ourselves to the chambers, and use some of the traitorous filth for our amusement, my underlings and I just finished a lovely game setup, I feel it would be pleasantly enjoyed by his highness' grace." Helgr said with a wide grin.

Bertrand let his coarse tail return to the ground beneath him and slid forward from his throne, smirking in reply with excitement in his eyes, the mere mention of one of Helgr's wonderful games was enough to incite his interest.

"Very well, my trusted dungeon master, let us enjoy ourselves, you always know how to make me smile." Bertrand spoke softly.

Helgr felt tears welling in her burnt eyes, her smile wider, her heart yearned as strongly for Bertrand as it had since they met, if not his lover, she would always be at his side, the benefits of crushing his enemies coming only second to her dire attraction to the old tyrant.

With another wholehearted smile and a motion toward the door, Helgr escorted the calloused king at her side out into the corridors and down various hallways of the labyrinthian castle, until the two arrived outside of a simple, yet sinisterly locked wooden door.

"I've not bothered to come into your domain in what must be years, I am hoping it was worth the exercise." Bertrand, huffily spoke, unused to such distance without the assistance of others.

"Of course Bertie, you know I'd not make you slither all this way just to be bored further..." Helgr replied, as she unlatched the door with a set of skeleton keys at least as large as Bertrand's own head, pushing it open with an ominous creak.

Inside the room that the two entered side, lay various instruments of torture upon tabletops not touched in quite some time, it was evident from the dank layer of dust that coated the room, this dungeon was reserved for only the rarest of occasions, like the one that Helgr so eagerly was promising her eagerly observing King.

"Has it truly been this long since we entered this chamber?" Bertrand asked, nearly in disbelief of the time's passage.

"It has, but Young Bertie, I do indeed have quite the game set up today, even if SOME underlings do not clean as I instructed them to!" Helgr yelled into what seemed at first to be the empty chamber.

From the darkness of the musty room, glistening jewelesque eyes opened in the shadows, their piercing blue stare filled with guilt as they seemingly awoke from a comforted slumber.

"Sorry Mistress, we were going to..." one of the gleaming eyed figures spoke from the room.

"Yes, indeed, we were going to as soon as we awoke fro-" another started, slapped in the back of the head by the former. "Quiet! Mistress need not excuse...WE CLEAN"

Sableyes, at least six of them, were moments ago calmly sleeping away in their musty dungeon corners, the damp air and quiet stone an abhorrent sight to many, a welcomed luxurious quarters for them, and their eager servitude in exchange for a dwelling and the occasional feedings of leftover gemstones from plunder was an easily accepted deal made by Helgr some time ago. After all, it was cheaper than hiring even more guards to do what the Sableye underlings performed for nearly free, and happily at that, even if they did sleep on the job at times.

"Good subjects, should my tools and stocks be spotless, there are several sapphires for your lunch as a reward, but should you miss a single fleck of dust, I will send you down...the chute..." Helgr firmly warned, mere seconds after offering reward.

Without another word, the Sableyes nodded to each other as they stood and began hecticly grabbing for towels, and frantically cleaned the room.

As Helgr shut the door and allowed her obedient underlings to work inside the dungeon, Bertrand was scratching his chin with his tail, pondering something.

"What exactly is the chute...I do not remember calling for that to be installed...?" He spoke aloud.

"Oh Bertie, how fun, the chute is a one way path directly to...a very grisly, awful end...and it's a wonderful part of today's game!" Helgr replied, her eyes beaming in accomplishment as she answered.

Bertrand smirked widely and slithered alongside of his faithful Miltank to the room directly next to the dungeon the Sableyes were so desperately cleaning up, before taking seats on the lounging benches that gave view to a window, their cleaning now a spectacle as the coming events would be.

"So, explain this game to me Helgr, what is it you have so eagerly planned." Bertrand said, adjusting the crown upon his head as he got comfortable.

"Well, the game is simple, two prisoners, a set of rules, whoever caves to my underlings' treatment first, will...meet the end of their time here in our castle..." Helgr replied with a cool tone, before snapping her fingers three times.

The door opened near instantly after her beckon call, another Sableye slowly trodding inside the viewing room, "You called mistress"

"Fetch me two prisoners, have them brought to the game room, our king desires entertrainment and we WILL deliver..." Helgr said, tossing the eager to serve Sableye a fresh blue gem.

Crunching down on it's succulent smooth surface and nodding his head, the Sableye quickly departed down the hall, past several locked gates with his smaller size, smiling all the way to the prison keep.

"You just leave it up to them? You trust far easier than I do." Bertrand grunted and leaned back in his seat.

"Trust me Bertie, they won't disappoint you in their choices." Helgr spoke softly, also sitting back as her underlings did her bidding.

In a musty prison cell, far to the back of the cell block, chained at the ankle against the solid stone wall, with nothing more than a bucket, an empty food tray, and the dripping of condensation from the roof, was a whimpering and cold Buneary girl, her young body clad in relatively fresh yet still dirt matted rags.

She looked to the cell door which swung open to the grunting effort of the small Sableye, who approached her slowly with a knife drawn in his small hand, she probably could have easily taken him down, but such resistance had already proven a horrible mistake.

"Prisoner, Helgr the Dungeon Master and King Bertrand have requested your presence, do not resist." the Sableye said in a firm, rehearsed tone.

A single tear fell down her cheek as the Buneary, Molly, remembered how easily caught she was on the last job that got her here, the Thieves Guild never warned her of what the terror of Bertrand's persecution would truly bring onto her

She had only been a prisoner of theirs for a few days now, but it felt like months, her cocky, arrogant and smooth demeanor a thing of the past from just a few nights of the seemingly endless isolation, so even though it was no doubt to a fate worse than this, the Sableye's armed escort to a change of scenery was in it's own warped way, welcome.

"I won't..." Molly spoke softly, and honestly, as the Sableye undid her ankle cuff, and guided her out of the cell and down the hall to the waiting 'game room'.

In another cell, with far less security and much less housekeeping, almost seeming to be completely forgotten and abandoned, sat the shivering, skinny frame of Jasmine, a weakened Furret girl, who was much worse off than her recently escorted counterpart.

This one, a painful tale of irony, and a horrid fate, she was just simply caught in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and out of uniform.

She was a border guard for Bertrand himself, but with no way of proving her innocence, she loyally surrendered to her peers at the eastern border, which proved fruitless in her ordeal, she was accused of being a foreign spy and sent to the dungeons with such efficiency that within days of her sentencing, she was basically forgotten, if not for the occasional rat skittering toward her bound legs, or the water which oozed down the wall, she surely would be dead already.

Another Sableye, similarly armed, entered her cell, undoing her restraints and gripping ahold of her ankle, the panting weak Furret in no condition to resist if she wanted to, and her skinny frame easily dragged out of the cell toward the game room, without a word needed from his darkened mouth.

The only thing shared between the two prisoners, one weakened and desperate for escape from her torment, the other fresh yet terrified of what the future held, was that they were on their way to a setting unknown, only Bertrand and Helgr had any idea what awaited them.

"I must say, Helgr, that is devilish, even by your standards..." Bertrand spoke with a wide, proud grin. "No doubt will cut down on the expenses as well, the treasury will be thankful..."

"I thought you would enjoy the chute's addition as well, Bertie, I am excited to test it finally..." Helgr spoke softly, only stopping due to her obedient underlings arriving with their fresh meat into the game room.

"Would you like to do the honors, young Bertie?" Helgr asked, motioning toward the window's opening lever.

"I would. These traitors need to know what they hold to gain, and lose..." Bertrand said, standing up near the window, as Helgr reached for the lever.

Inside the game room, the Sableyes had succeeded in cleaning the various tools and tabletops as Helgr ordered, the gleaming shine of the metallic x-shaped table which stood ominously across from a stock and cuff combined restraint were freshly wiped, and ready for their new occupants.

Still showing minor amounts of her cocky attitude, Molly looked over to the weakened Jasmine and cooly spoke "Hey, what are you in for...?" To which Jasmine simply grunted and shrugged her shoulders. "Hair was too long..." They shared a chuckle which was stopped by the grinding pulley of the window being pulled up.

"Underlings, place the thief on the table, and the spy in the stocks, tightly please, I can't have this filth being comfortable." Helgr spoke, coming into view of the two condemned for the first time, her leather clad body and demeanor every bit as threatening as they had heard rumors of.

Obedient as always, the Sableyes grouped up on each of the two prisoners, locking Jasmine tightly into the stocks, her dirty feet at their mercy as the stock was shut tightly around her weak ankles, her arms raised up above her head exposing her armpits and torso.

Molly instinctively tried to struggle, but the brute force of nearly seven Sableyes all sharing a goal was too much for her to handle, and they made quick work of restraining the unwilling buneary's appendages down to each metal lock, her arms and legs stretched in an unwavering and equally uncomfortable X-Formation.

The two previously perfect strangers now shared not only imprisonment, but bondage between one another, both of them at the full mercy of their royal wardens and their Sableye underlings.

"Remain silent for your king, who will now personally explain your dilemma, hehehe..." Helgr spoke before stepping back.

Just in their shared field of view, as the Sableyes respectfully took a knee, Bertrand himself slithered up to the window, peering over at the two prisoners laid shackled before him and widely smiled as he began to speak.

"I am a fair king, but you must go completely, undeniably punished for your acts against my rule, so in that regard, I will make you both an offer, and I'm afraid the choices are very simple...I can have Helgr here eagerly take her axe to the both of your scrawny little necks...or you can agree to endure my little...game." Bertrand spoke with an intentional hiss to his tone.

It took seconds for both Jasmine and Molly to agree to the game.

"Very good choices, let me explain the rules, they are UNALTERABLE, as is my word of law." Bertrand started. "Helgr's little minions are going to carry out tasks she gave to them before your wretched bodies dirtied my torture chamber...These will be greatly entertaining for me to watch, but nothing irritates me further than a laugh or smile from those who I wish to watch writhe in their guilt..." He continued.

Looking to each other with increasingly nervous glares, Molly and Jasmine gulped as they silently listened to the old king's droning.

"So, the first rule is the most simple, if either of you make a sound that irritates me, more than say a giggle, a chortle, squeak, or the likes, well, then that leads to the second rule..." Bertrand sinisterly spoke. "If either of you DARE to laugh in my presence, you will not pay the price, your fellow prisoner will, by the means of Helgr's axe to your neck, but only if you both manage to remain silent, you will be returned to your cells with your hearts still beating." He spoke firmly, coldly, the truth of his words sending a shiver down both women's spines, even Helgr shivered in his tone.

"However, if you both are foolish enough to laugh, then Helgr will be testing out her new...device...which I am told will be the worst of the worst, so consider your condemned selves pioneers to my law's enforcement." Bertrand spoke out, before raising his tail to them both. "Do you understand these rules as I have decreed, do not answer but with 'yes, my king' if you have."

Even now, facing the cold hand of death, bound with her arms so haphazardly above her, ever the loyal soldier, Jasmine answered first exactly how Bertrand wanted to hear, with Molly meekly following suit.

"Then let the punishment and...game, begin." Bertrand said, as Helgr slowly nodded to the Sableyes before closing the window once again, the King and his executioner taking a seat to watch the proceeding events.

Chuckling and sinister, the small Sableyes took their positions near the two bonded women, before leaning their pointy clawed hands into their torsos, the cool and pointed tips of their claws digging firmly yet just softly enough into their furred flesh simultaneously caressing them in a circular motion.

Almost instantly Molly found herself biting down firmly on her lip, only semi loud huffs leaving her lips as her sensitive sides and armpits were pushed against by the sableye claws on either side of her torso, and across the room, in her stocks, Jasmine's energy was being coaxed up by the tickling sensations being flooded down her legs and lower torso, the sides of her skinny stomach and calves being prodded and tickled by her own set of torturous sableyes.

With a hearty giggle, one Sableye moved lower on Jasmine's helpless frame, down to her exposed feet, her footpads falling victim to the chuckling captor's claws, which wriggled and gyrated intentionally over every inch of her flexing toes.

"NHH! S- SHIT!" Jasmine yelped out, biting down on her lip as her fellow captive did moments ago, praying that Bertrand hadn't noticed, seeing as not a word was spoken from the window, she would of been relieved if the tense tickling sensations didn't keep flooding up her bound legs, unable to move, and unable to scream out as she so desperately wanted, she could only writhe in the restraints as the sableye tortured her feet with their sharp, well placed claws.

Molly was in no better position as the sableyes were taking full advantage of the x shaped table she was writhing and panting in the tightened metal grip of, their smaller frames easily interlaced within the table's limits, their pointy clawed digits clawing in their delicate, intentional motions at her sides, belly, and even under her legs in just the right sensitive spots which had the buneary's face a bright red in blush and resisted screams.

It had only been five minutes, yet it already felt like a breathless eternity to Jasmine, her military training had never prepared her for such intense ticklish sensation, she could take a crossbow bolt or a sword's blow, but this was so much worse in the fact that it was better, a laugh had never been deadly before, but the buneary across from her was relying on her, she couldn't let out the screams she so desperately wanted to bellow with every motion of the horrible sableyes handiwork over her padded soles, sensitive bare stomach, and now even her armpits were having their fur displaced and tickled directly to her skin by another set of claws.

Nearly thirty minutes later and the buneary and furret who had started with desire to scream out in laughter in response to their intense, unwanted tickling sessions, now simply writhed in discomfort which was becoming more and more intense as the minutes felt like hours.

Molly could feel her heartbeat in her skin, her buneary body tender from the tips of her curled, distressed toes to her agonizing, tightly held breath in her lungs, her lip bruised and bloody from how hard she was biting down on it to resist the laughs and screams that the sableyes worked tirelessly to milk from her mouth, which would be as loud as a death knell for her hardly known furret compatriot.

But it was still tamer than the intense, multi sableye torture that Jasmine was enduring, her side of things much more furious as her position, and elevated arms gave the underlings even more body to work with, and did they ever, her soft tan furred body covered in small scratches where their clawed fingers dug into her skin with gyrations of pain and unstopping tickling.

For a mere second, the two foolishly thought their pain and intense, overwhelming pleasure was at an end, as the window rolled upward again and they were met with Helgr's cocky smirk.

Reality had other plans for them, as the miltank spoke loudly.

"Good work my little pets, but if you increase your efforts, you will all dine on a chest's worth of sapphire tonight...think unorthodox..." She loudly boomed, before closing the window once more.

Looking to one another with salivating mouths, the Sableyes that were torturing Jasmine quickly scuttled away from her stocks, giving her only a small moment to breath.

Molly shared no such luck, as the topmost sableye to her chest worked quickly, greedily, even perversely as he reached his sharp claws down to her ragged shirt, and with a swift motion of his claws, tore it clean off, exposing the buneary's perky breasts and furred torso to the onlookers.

He wasted no time, clearly hungered and excited, he took both of his clawed hands and pushed them under her chest, tickling the poor buneary in her most sensitive areas, before smiling and chuckling loudly, trying to coax a similar, contagious chuckle from her.

Molly closed her eyes tightly, tears of excitement welling in them as she held back every moment she possibly could, but as two other sableyes got the message from the cavalier actions of the first one who had begun tormenting her delicate chest and navel, had retrieved sharp, yet fluffy quills from the table across from them and begun taking the feathered ends of each directly to the buneary's padless soles, with such ferocity and intentional placement, twitching and flicking the feathers firmly against the already abused pink tinted feet, that Molly let her lip free of her bite, leaned her head back as far as the restraint would allow, and let out a bellowing, unwilling screech of laughter.

Jasmine, so horrified from the yelping laughter that bellowed and echoed through the chamber sealing her fate, her heart sank as her own breath shallowed out, she was a dead woman, and she could hardly think of anything else, even while two sableyes were at her feet, still continuing their work, pouring what seemed like warm water over her dirty feet, apparently cleaning them? Or lord knows what.

Bertrand looked at the laughing, cackling even, buneary and smirked to Helgr who was excited beyond measure, while unscheduled, her axe would be seeing use today after all it seemed.

Jasmine, while accepting her fate, shook in realization of what was happening, as another sableye led in two feral goats into the room, trotting behind the lead they were attached to, the underling tied the lead fast to the wooden plank of her stocks, before snapping his clawed fingers at her feet, her salty, warm, feet.

Another realization dawned over the terrified condemned soldier, if she laughed, they both would meet their agonizing demise at the mysterious invention of the sadistic leather clad miltank that had them in this position, the mindless lapdog of the true traitor here, Bertrand.

Her loyalty died that very moment, as every bone in her bound body now knew, while she was dead, she could spite the old King and deny him and his wretch the pleasure of taking two lives, if she could just endure this last push.

She bit her lip, dedicated, as the goats blankly stared at her feet, she knew what was about to happen, and no preparation could have been adequate, as their rough, coarse tongues dropped from their maws, and began firmly pressing to her padded, moistened feet.

"P- Please forgive me...aaaahhhh!" Molly screamed out, unable to resist the urges of laughter, perhaps knowing now that they were in vain anyway as the sableyes continued their torturous motions over her exposed torso and stomach.

"I do! I do, NHH!" Jasmine replied, not wanting to say too much and anger the pestilent king behind the window, grunting through labored breaths.

It was as if elastic bands and sanding paper of a smithing shed had been custom tailored with her own torture in mind, the goats slurped at the salty water over every inch of the furret's well coated feet, their tongues lapping between her splaying, flexing toes, she wanted to kick them away so badly but the chafing wood of the stocks only added to their interest, seemingly uninterested in the woman they licked, only the savoury salt lick.

Only ten more minutes passed, fifty in total, the King knew as well as she did that the furret only needed to make it a few more before she would be taken to the chopping block and Molly's life would be saved, but the rough, firm, unending sandy licks of the goats kept pushing deeper and deeper into her pads, rubbing them raw, sending flash after flash of increasingly sensitive, sharp sensation through her entire legs.

One sableye, perhaps seeking a promotion or just out of pure malice shared by their master, leaned in, guiding his tickling claws directly to Jasmine's bound armpits, smirking as he did it, adding another unbearable layer to her torment.

She let tears fall from her eyes as her resistance finally cracked, the writhing, licked, tickled furret let out a loud crackling yelp, her voice a higher pitch than she ever remembered uttering, laughing uncontrollably at the goat's continued slurping licks, and thus damning Molly to share her fate.

The two prisoners turned condemned, shared a painful, incredible laughter, both the buneary and furret joined in a rebellious yet relieving session of outpouring chuckles, screams and emotion.

It seemed unending, and the sableyes went all out, countless claws and feathers, various positions, and needling pokes and prods at their most delicate, sensitive areas followed for what felt like an eternity, the ending being the only thing worse than the buildup to it.

Helgr smirked at Bertrand who gave her an affirming nod, as she stood up and cranked the window open once more, holding her hand up, bringing the sableyes' torture of the two soon to be expired prisoners to an end.

"Release them, slowly, and bring them to me down the hall...you two pieces of filth had one job, and you have FAILED!" Helgr loudly screeched, sending ringing through Molly and Jasmine's already aching ears brought sensitive by their shared screeches.

The sableyes nodded and slid keys into the locks, releasing the two from their binds, their bones and muscles sore from the intense torture, their feet stung like hornets as they took steps on the cold, dirt matted floor.

Each step out the door and down the hall, following behind the slithering, snickering old king and the gargantuan miltank that escorted them was pure Hell, their tender feet stung and singed with every unwanted step which brought them closer and closer to their ends.

Jasmine, weak beyond measure from the weeks of malnourishment and now this, surveyed the group that was leading them to their end, several knife wielding, claw handed sableyes, and at least three imperial Tauros guards with claymores dangling from their hips, a fight was hopeless, death was certain either way.

Helgr reached to her left and unsheathed one of the Tauros' swords for him, swinging it in a circle in her massive, leathery hand, smirking at the condemned Jasmine and Molly, her smile wide and devilish, bloodthirsty, as she swung the blade firmly to a wooden door she stood near to intimidate them further, leaving a chipped ingrain where the blade implanted in the door, the two of them jumped backward, sending another shrill sting and sensation up their legs.

"Behind this door, is your fate, prepare yourselves..." Helgr spoke coldly, while reaching for the handle, only to be stopped by Bertrand's cold bandaged tail.

"My faithful Helgr, they have a right to last words, as I decreed." Bertrand reminded his excited executioner.

"Ugh, fine, but I want them gone, sooner than later, you heard Bertie, say your final words we'll be unfortunate enough to hear." Helgr rolled her eyes as she spoke, Molly looking at Jasmine with a pitiful, yet chuckling glare as she heard Helgr openly call the royal tyrant such a playful nickname.

"I'm sorry I got you killed...I truly am..." Jasmine spoke out, reaching out, taking a final, painful step forward, hugging Molly in her arms.

"I'm sorry I was such a twit to laugh first..." Molly sobbed into the warm embrace of the furret, hardly feeling angered toward her at all.

"In the next life, I shall not blame you one bit..." Jasmine firmly announced.

Helgr opened the door as they embraced one another, and walked behind them, the two refusing to glare into whatever hellish contraption awaited to take their lives, would it be the jaws of feral Houndooms? Would it be the gyrating gears of a rock crusher? It did not matter, this victory would be a mystery to the cold, bitter end.

With a sigh, Jasmine looked back at Bertrand, a look of dire anger and cold fury in her eyes.

"My final words, my wonderful, rotten, wretched king, are FUC-" she started, before Helgr lifted her large leg, slamming it into her side, knocking the wind clear out of her lungs as she was slammed into the door's open cavernous interior.

Molly screamed out in horror as the darkness behind the door consumed Jasmine, who silently fell into what seemed to be an abyss, the miltank landed her hoof on the ground before firmly throwing a well placed punch to the buneary's own chest, sending her backwards into the same darkness.

The world went dark around her, as she felt her back slam roughly into a cold metal floor, which was sickening and smooth to the touch with an odd coating applied intentionally to it, the gooey texture slick to her fur as she felt herself falling at increasing speed.

It was a chute, a dark, lightless, horrifying chute, that she fell faster and faster down, her body instinctively tightening up as her descent became faster, the air blew around her hair with every second of the fall, no doubt into a spike pit, or a grinding wheel.

She closed her eyes, her chest painful from the well placed thudding hit of the executioner, as she let out what she knew would be her final breath, she closed her eyes in the already dark chute and prepared to meet the reaper.

Her body felt a sudden, cold absorbing splash, as she was certain that was the end, the cold tendrils of death pulling her under, but when she went to take another breath it was greeted with water, copious amounts of it, she hadn't died at all...

She was underwater, and her eyes opened to blinding brightness, she instinctively flapped her arms around, rather than the cold hands of death, she was greeted with the wet, sopping furry arms of another, pulling her toward the surface, before the water filling her lungs rendered her unconscious.

Moments later, she opened her eyes to match Jasmine's breathing into her lips with her own, with a heave to the left, Molly let out a loud raspy cough, expelling lungfuls of water onto the dirty ground beneath her.

Panting and capturing air into her battered lungs once again, Jasmine to her right patting her back, Molly surveyed her location, the sun barreling down on them, the two of them were sitting on the dirt shore of the castle's moat, on the northern end...outside of Bertrand's kingdom.

"No...way..." Molly weakly spoke, as Jasmine let out a loud, confused sigh.

From the top of the chute, the bellowing laughs of Bertrand and Helgr echoed louder than their prisoners had been moments before, their awful, yet entertaining torturous mind game had been a complete success, and their motives would forever remain unknown to the two confused, terrified, weak prisoners.

Yet their freedom had been earned, and why? Because the old tyrant was bored.