The twilight light had began to filter through the broken tiles of the tower. Rhodon wasn't sure how much time he had lost fruitlessly trying to break the cursed runes that now glowed around the base of his cock. No matter what he did or what he thought about release would not come.
Even when the frustration had got too much and to his shame he had started to think of only her, imagining serving her with his body. Letting her take him once more as she had, sinking himself deep within her, being on his knees head buried in her crotch. None of the thoughts had pushed him past the point he needed. That strange twisted glimmer of hope that it was the key he needed, that she was forcing him to think of her and if he did then he'd be rewarded. He had even awkwardly managed to reach one hand between his legs to play with his own hole while he stroked. The shame burning in him at what his comrades, what Karolina and the high priests and the lords and people he served, would think. But the anger also burned, they where not trapped here, they could not judge, he had to do what he could to escape, to bring help and to save the people in the tower.
Yet his attempts where simply wasting so much more time filling his head with debased thoughts of her. Perhaps he was just falling into exactly what she wanted. Still being toyed with. Eventually he gave up, despite the yearning and lust filling him. He had to get out.
He examined the door to the room, it was fairly solid overall however parts of the metal lock where clearly rusted. He suspected he could brute force break the whole door off but the noise would be fairly obvious throughout the tower. He turned to the rest of the barren stone room and started to carefully search over each stone wall, it was not uncommon for places such as this to have hidden doors built throughout the building, and she was as much an interloper as he was in this place, if there was one she may not be aware of it. He started methodically moving around the room, looking for any stone, crack or crevice that seemed out of place. Pushing and pulling against the bricks, hoping that the original designers had never expected anyone to stay in the tower for long.
His heart leapt into his chest as a stone moved on the northern wall. A well of hope springing forth inside him although it was dimmed somewhat as he pulled the stone away. Initially hoping for an exit it turned out to be only a small hidden compartment, storage for the original occupants. Inside sat a bound manuscript, a couple of wooden masks, a collection of vials and a leather bound pack.
He pulled each out carefully, aware that such things could be dangerous or trapped. The masks were simple wooden affairs, a couple of runes carved along the left side of each but beyond that fairly plain. Blood splatters where quite obvious on each, but they were fairly brittle with time, not useful, not even as slight protection in his naked state.
The leather pack was far more interesting as he unrolled it. His stomach turned a little at the collection of sharp metal tools, a few rusted from not having been cleaned right many years previously. It was clear that these had been used on people, torture devices for extracting blood and fluid from helpless victims. He glanced at the vials, a few had the stains of what he hoped was long congealed blood. Some others still contained liquid that only a madman would touch. Part of him hoped that it would not come to taking such grim chances.
He flicked quickly through the Manuscript, it was written in Koieth. Most considered it a foul tongue, and it was one that he did not know himself. Although he had vague memories of Melori, one of the courts researchers, talking to him about it once in a rather over-eager fashion across a feasting table. Ancient and dangerous was what he immediately remembered, regretfully he had been rather inebriated and distracted that night so the rest of the details eluded him. Still it was clear from the diagrams that they had been noting down information of peoples bodies, it did not look pleasant or for any good purpose.
He picked out a couple of long sharp looking tools from the kit and moved back towards the door. It had not been the exit that he was hoping for but in the dawn light he'd take the hope it offered. Hunched over at the door he started to work one of the tools into the lock.
It took a long time, far longer than he would have liked, a lot of quiet cursing, cuts to his hands and one tool bent into being useless, Still the manual nature of it and the focus required at least quietened the compulsions to touch himself. Dimmed the lust if only a little. It did leave him with worrying thoughts on the demon. The way the villagers had seemed so happy. So free. She was so dangerous and yet seemed almost gentle. Or perhaps it was all part of what she was, playing with his head. He once more tried to muffle those inner voices and focus only on the task of escaping.
Eventually to his relief the lock gave out, the door yielded and let him carefully pull it open. There was some scraping as he did so and he stayed silent as his heart hammered in his chest waiting to hear if there was any noise from beyond. As far as he was aware one of the villagers could be standing right outside it and had been listening to the scraping and his light curses for the last hour. But there was no sound of movement from beyond, no clicks of boned heels echoing on stone to put him back in his place.
He took a deep breath and picked up one of the more barbaric tools into his off hand, holding it as he would a dagger and gently swung the door open, the torches beyond had been put out although the sun was now in the sky, illuminating the empty corridor beyond through an alcove in the wall. He had a chance. If he was lucky she would be too distracted playing with the other villagers, or potentially his knights, to notice him leave. Perhaps she was asleep, he had no idea if she even needed to do so. He had faced demons that had either required it or mimicked the behaviour. Yet that was no guarantee, some could not stand the touch of the sun, others the touch of either moon light was just an antithesis to them. He simply did not know.
The thought of his knights bubbled up, again there was no way of knowing what she had done to them. He liked to think that they would have held out against her but he knew deep down if she had wanted to he would already be a thrall. It was too much of a risk to look for them, they could alert her just as much as the villagers. If he could at least get out the tower into the wilds. He glanced down, he hoped he could perhaps find at least a little clothing before he escaped. It would be dangerous enough in the wilds without also being fully exposed, but it would not be the first time he had to travel naked in such a manner. He gave a small smile, thinking of better and more mirthful times.
He moved down the tower carefully, listening at each corner and stairwell for the sound of any footsteps. Carefully glancing down them in case of guards before moving. Despite his large frame he was well trained in how to use his body.
The thought of arriving back at Embersheart in his current situation floated into his head. Coming out of the wilds muddy, naked, chained and probably still with his cock jutting out demanding attention. It would make for an embarrassing although funny sight for the locals to have the esteemed knight of the Silver Watch return from the wilds in such a state. He'd be happy to bear the brunt of that however, if he lived to witness such an event it would mean he may have saved the people in the tower. Potentially even the village depending on what her intentions were.
As he moved down onto the second floor he breathed a sigh of relief, hoping now that he was moving away from the threat. He froze as he heard the sounds, sounds of moaning, a man yelling out for more. His heart wrenched as he recognised the voice of Gryff coming down a long corridor. Part of him yearned to go towards it, maybe he could get the jump on the demon if it was her, slide the weapon in his had into her skull and save his knights, end all of this. A tiny part of him also yearned to go towards it and see what was being done to him, jealous of his pleasure. Would she be taking him just as she did to him? What would his fair comrade look like in such a state?
He gave the smallest of sighs, it did not matter, he needed to keep moving, only danger remained that way. So he continued on. As he moved down the curved staircase from the second floor he came face to face with the last villager he had not seen. She was coming up with a basket of foraged fruit, once again wearing the same purple robes at the others.
There was nowhere to hide on the staircase, so he moved swiftly towards her, her reactions dulled by whatever thoughts she was caught up in. Grabbing her he pinned her against the wall, his free hand covering her mouth while his other arm pressed against her neck. He needed to stifle any sounds she might make, the basket mercifully not tipping as it was dropped. In the initial shock her hands and legs flailing against his body as her eyes went wide. She was less slight than Lily had been but still clearly did not work the land. It was not difficult to pin her as he did and to begin to restrict her breathing to knock her out. Her hazel eyes seemed to register who he was and seemed to soften, stopping her fight back against him.
