As the lush jungles of Stranglethorn shifted into the dark forests of Duskwood, Starshield felt uneasy about facing Caitie again. His stomach churned at the thought of telling her what he had told himself. But she had said that their meeting was important, so he had to tell her immediately.
Stuck in his own thoughts, he had paid no mind to the desolate, twisted graveyard of a place known as Deadwind Pass. He did, however, wonder why she made this place her home. It seemed harsh and foreboding, ot the point of being uninhabitable, and its cursed history made it all the more terrifying.
He pushed onward, and found a small looking cabin. Though it started as a simple tent and fire, the one that made this spot her home at expanded her living conditions to those of any Stormwind resident. He knocked at the door, and Caitie, as strange looking as before, greeted her guest.
"Starshield, I'm glad you decided to visit me", she said, eyeing him in a suspicious manner while doing so.
"Save the pleasantries, girl," he responded coldly, "You and I are in serious danger."
"Well," she half-gasped, "I know one of us is." and she sprayed toxic fumes from her mask, incapacitating the unsuspecting tauren, and dragged him to her basement.
"He may be just what I need around here." she whispered to herself, a twisted grin growing under her mask...
As he came to his senses, he realized that he was in a dark room of brick walls and sinister looking instruments. His legs were weighed down by irns, but he could still stand, so he wandered to the door, only to find a strange creature guarding it. The creature unfolded its bat-like wings, and in its hand, held a whip of evil looking intent.
"A succubus is my only opposition?" he chuckled, "No matter, I can still fight you, even though my weapons may be missing."
As he clenched his fist and tried to strike the she-demon, he froze in place, and a shock went through his body, bringing him to the ground at her hooves.
"You silly creature, my mistress knew you would try to fight back; she's not some common fool!" She hissed at the mention of other humans. "You however, are no normal creature, and madame Caitie sees this. You, my muscular friend, are just what I need to make my stay in this realm more, enjoyable."
"what do you intent to do with me?" he sneered.
"Exactly what you think I will," She gripped his arm, and pinned him to the wall, grinning wickedly all the while.
As he realized what she intended to do to him, he gasped in horror, and struggled against her, but to no avail. She then whispered in his ear,
"And I will enjoy it very much."
As Caitie heard her succubus bash something into the wall, she could tell that her victim's screams of terror would stars soon after. And sure enough, she eagerly awaited the torment of this oh-so-tough paladin. His howls of pain resounded through her home, but she did not enjoy his suffering, even as he began to cry for mercy. She had never felt this way about her prisoner before, and she did not know why. But as his torment drew on, so did hers. Her surprized expression turned to one of anguish as his screams grew longer. Unable to cope with her newfound struggle, she fled her house. She wasn't sure why she did not enjoy this torture session, but she would find what she hoped would resolve her situation, in the black market of Stormwind, in the form of a dark potion.
"This tauren, what is it about him that causes my pity?" she frowned, uncertain of her own feelings.
