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The man was half dragged down multiple winding steps, steps that disappeared into gloom ahead. So they weren't bothering with a detour to distract him from the route this time — it hadn't worked when they had first led him through the castle, but they weren't to know that. This was interesting information. It meant that they thought anyone who entered the dungeons would never escape to tell the tale. He wondered what the queen had in store for him.

He was marched past a few cells, each seemingly empty, before they arrived at a formidable steel door. One of the guards took a ring of keys out of their pocket, and Sobriquet's eyes watched carefully as they flicked through them, grumbling under their breath. They finally located the right one and unlocked the door, a few guards going through before he himself was pushed into the room. He bumped into the guard as he passed them, smiling cheekily. Then he looked around the room.

It didn't look quite… quite like the usual dungeon, he thought. And he had been in fair few by now. There were the usual torture instruments, like the Iron Maiden — but there were other things that made his eyebrows draw together. You didn't usually see whips as tame as those ones. And were those handcuffs fluffy?

His evaluation of the room was cut off by the resounding click of heels on a stone floor. Torturous, slow steps that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

The queen entered the room.

She was wearing the same clothes as before, but something about the dimness had changed them. They were less beautiful, although they still were that, and more seductive somehow, daring you to try and take her. She opened her mouth and said only one word.

"Leave."

The guards each bowed in turn, and exited the room, the door slamming shut behind them.

"We meet again, my Queen. May I ask how you plan on torturing me? I'm most curious", Sobriquet said, his eyes alight.

"Oh, but that would be no fun at all. No, dear Sir... I'll let you find out yourself. I'll tell you one thing, though — I'm going to make you beg like you've never begged before."

She started slowly walking towards him.

"You're not secured very well, are you? I'm sure you're thinking right now how easy it's going to be to escape. I sent my guards away, and I'm just a poor, helpless woman… it would be so, so easy to overpower me. So why don't you, dearest Sobriquet?". Her voice lowered to a whisper. "Why aren't you running away?"

You're curious to see what happens next."

And she finally reached him, running her tongue along her teeth as he looked at her, eyes glazing slightly.

"What do you want, fiend?", she whispered, her breath brushing against his skin.

"You", he breathed.

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A mailing service;

To send untouchable words;

All across the globe.