The next morning, Phoenix awoke feeling like he could walk on sunshine. He was back in his bed and was smiling to himself with memories of last night. He and Maggie had an open relationship, they were devoted to each other but weren't afraid to have sex with other people, at the end of the day, those people will never have what they have. But out of all the people, outside of Maggie, Phoenix has had sex with, Julianna and Veronica were one of the best. He was hard in bed just thinking about it.
However, instead of having a wank over it, he decided to get to work. He still needed to leave the castle and explore the surrounding areas. He got out of bed and got dressed, ready for the day.
Unfortunately, despite his best efforts to memorise the layout of the castle and being able to find the entrance again, it was locked.
"How bizarre" he muttered anxiously.
It was nothing to worry about, he hoped. Maybe it was locked up overnight and nobody's come down to unlock it. He made his way back to the room they were in last night but not a soul was inside.
"This is truly puzzling."
He resorted to aimlessly wondering the castle, with the faintest idea of where they could be. Despite it being such a large place, he was beginning to feel claustrophobic from being unable to leave. He tried every rationale to think there was nothing strange or wrong with what was going on, and yet the feeling that Bloodthorn had ill intentions was one feeling he couldn't shake.
"GROAWL"
He almost jumped out of his skin. That unearthly growl seemed to come from a near-by cellar Phoenix was passing by. He investigated and saw the iron bar door leading down was unlocked. His curiosity got the better of him and he went down the stairs into the ominous darkness.
The stairs led down to a dark and dank dungeon. Iron barred cells, each with chains and torture devices inside each cell, lined the walls. Wandering down the dimly lit halls sent a shiver down Phoenix's spine. A reasonable person would turn around and run out of there, but Phoenix didn't exactly have reasonable senses.
At the end of the hall was yet another pair of large, oak doors. But images, like a tapestry, were carved around it in stone. Barely making out the images under the flickering lantern light, he saw depictions of worshippers in ropes offering a sacrifice to a great, divine beast with tentacles. His curiosity peaked. With both anticipation and caution, Phoenix slowly opened the door...
WHACK!
Blurry visions came to light. He couldn't tell how long he had been out for, but now found himself standing upright in one of the cells. A familiar figure circled around him. It was Veronica, now wearing a tight, black, leather corset and panties. Julianna leaned against the cell's bars, wearing the same, watching him.
"Oh, it has been so long since we've had prey as cute as this!" Veronica squealed. "Please, please, can I milk him?!"
"You always get first blood. I want to milk him!" argued Julianna.
"No fair, you and your fat tits have already had their turn!"
"Silence you two!" boomed the stern voice of Madame Bloodthorn.
"He has awoken."
Bloodthorn, wearing the same attire as the night before, stood in front of Phoenix.
"I hope we didn't damage your lovely head too badly now."
Phoenix's vision had become fully clear. He looked down at himself in shock. He was stripped naked and couldn't move, his wrists have been cuffed by chains hanging from the ceiling and his ankles have been cuffed from the floor. He was forced to stand with his legs apart. His fear rushed over him.
"M-Madame Bloodthorn! I-I-I didn't mean to come down h-here! P-please! T-This is too m-much!"
Bloodthorn chuckled.
"Oh, what a sweet, naïve traveller you are. The fun we shall have with you."
His heart skipped a beat.
