<b><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">The following chapter is going to contain a lot of rape, gore, blood and torture. If you are not a fan of that, please skip to chapter twenty-five. We promise the characters in it are a lot nicer to each other than Illian is to his “friends” &lt;3</span></span></b><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calligraffitti"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Chapter Twenty-Four - Decent into Depravity</span></span></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><i>A few hours later</i></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99"><br/>
Illian walked down into the secret dungeon attached to his office, a few hours having passed since the attack. He had taken the time to get his own wounds healed up, or at least treated, and when he entered the area he was looking as good as ever. He took off what clothes he had when he got there, and entered the room to view his captive. He had her hanging upside down in the middle of the room, her long raven locks spread out on the floor around her. She was naked except for the ropes, everything hanging free. The ropes themselves wrapped around her ankles, then threading down and tying over her thighs and waist to keep her in the air. Finally, they were finished off by being tied around her wrists behind her back, leaving her helpless as she hung there. A smile on his face he walked over and knelt down, slapping her on the face.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">“Wake up, it’s time to play and i don’t want you to miss any of it.”</span>