Role

Chapter 7

The loud and melodious scream of a drow pierced through the Center of
Udgaard. Running frantically amongst citizens, the drow occasionally
tripped from the manacles binding her arms and legs. Behind her, the
sound of a hunt erupted from the center of the Palace, and grizzled
jaettes chased after her, flicks of drool coming from their mouths as
cruel eyes showed their sadistic glee. To the citizens, it was like
any other day within Udgaard - a play time for Udgaard Loke as he
sent his men to chase down one of his more recent conquests. However,
the drow female was quick and nimble, despite her manacles and outran
her pursuers through the crowd. As she approached the southern gate of
Udgaard, she spotted the entrance to the Mines and the Underdark.
Between her freedom awaited the guardians of Udgaard, taunting and
jeering at her feeble attempt to escape. A boost of strength amasssed
in her body as she finally saw freedom from Udgaard Loke - only to be
crushed as the ruler of Udgaard leaped from a rooftop onto her back.
He had silently been witnessing the spectacle of her escape, stalking
her and observing the weakness of his soldiers. To him, this was both
a ploy and an exercise to see who would be promoted. Grabbing the nape
of her neck, he lifted the confused female with one hand, noticing the
sweat running down her back and her heaving bosom.

"Marvelous. Quite marvelous to see you run like this, Sseline."

Despite the abrupt setback from her desperation to escape, the drow
female snarled and attempted to fight back, albeit futiley.

"I will escape, Udgaard. You dare treat an ambassador of Teth Azeleth
like this? I will escape, and see you ruined."

A low grinding chuckle emerged from the ruler of Udgaard.

"Do you think I am so foolish to trust your words, spy?"

For a moment, Udgaard tightened his grip of Sseline, causing her to cry
in sharp pain, before loosening his hold.

"Such spirit. Lately, it seems that my women are lacking spirit."

Udgaard leans closer to the drow female, and whispers gently and
lovingly in her ears.

"I will enjoy our foreplay."

The crowd parted way as the indominatable ruler Udgaard, Udgaard Loke,
carried the drow female back to his palace.

Nine months later, the cry of a child heralded another bastard son of
Udgaard and the Sseline's submission to her Lord and Master - her
eventual decapitation took hold a month afterwards as Udgaard lost
interest.