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The hall of tortures

from HDK 29 † Dunjon Majik by DUNJON MAGIK

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You are in an intricate dungeon, an underground labyrinth lit by an unknown-origin dim light.
You are inside the dungeons of an ancient castle: big torches from the eternal flame hang on the walls with solid supports in wrought iron. Behind a massive wooden and iron door there is a square hall cluttered with tools of torture of all kinds: winches, trestles, Nuremberg virgins, suspended cages ... on the opposite wall there is an opening towards a staircase that goes up. A half-naked young woman with long blond hair is chained to an X-shaped cross. When she notice you presence, she raises her head
and begs you to save her. She tells you that her torturer is coming! Don’t you hear his steps? Yes indeed, you hear them: and considering the clang of his walk, it must be a rather powerful and well equipped guy.
You hurry to tamper the chains with your sword. Meanwhile, the steps bounce more and more thick and at an ever higher volume. After several attempts you can finally free the girl, but you realize that her eyes do not transmit terror any longer, but they are languid. She puts her mouth close to yours and you, hypnotized by her beauty, kiss her. Her kiss tastes like a rotten and filthy grass. Her lips and her tongue cling to yours without escape. When you take your mouth off hers, you do not believe in your eyes: in front of you there is no longer her, but the perfect image of yourself that observes you with a sinister grin. "What the hell?!...". You realize that your voice is the one of the girl. You see the copy of yourself saying hello and disappearing running out from the door you entered. Your dismay is great when you look at your bare legs and at your breasts.... You hear a noise behind you: a colossal warrior in armor armed with a mighty spiked bar stands in front of you. you want to draw the sword, but uhm ... you can not find it. The "real you" had it. He takes you through your long blonde hair and brings you back to the cross, chaining your wrists and ankles to it. Then he goes away with the usual rhythmic clash of scrap. Now you just have to wait for the next adventurer to come in and get rid of it.

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from HDK 29 † Dunjon Majik, released May 24, 2019

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