As Torug watches you struggle, a cruel smile spreads across his face. He seems to take great pleasure in your distress, relishing the sight of you dangling helplessly by the ropes at your neck and wrists.
"What do you think, slave?" he asks, his voice low and menacing. "Are you starting to understand your place here?"
i can speak anymore. I just struggle and suffer. I cant scream from the lack of air, i jus caugh. Torug watches me like this for over an hour
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Lady V'lissandra glances down at you, her expression unreadable once more. "I expect nothing less than perfection," she says simply before returning to her desk. "Be ready to depart within the hour."
You have no choice but to comply, knowing that this journey will either prove your worth as a loyal servant or seal your fate as a failure. The choice is yours.
i return to my room and take a closer look at the new clothes.
An hour later, you find yourself standing beside Lady V'lissandra in front of the mansion's main entrance. A servant holds open the heavy wooden doors, revealing a coach drawn by four sleek black horses waiting on the driveway beyond. The driver bows his head respectfully as they approach, and Lady V'lissandra nods curtly in acknowledgement.
"In you go," she says brusquely, motioning for you to climb into the coach before following suit herself.