<i>Deep down, hidden away underneath the ground was what people called the devil's hole... Many would try to avoid the grim-looking dark-skinned troll next to the shabby-looking market stall car. If anyone foolish and naive enough would try and ask the troll whatever his wares were, they wouldn't get an answer. Just a dead-stare from a man that seemed far worse then anything you wouldn't want to encounter within the deep woods of the Ghostlands. <br/>
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But people knew what the stall was for, people knew what the troll did there day and night, standing like a statue only to be replaced by what have seemed nothing more then his brother, a slight difference in colouration and clothes. The name and reputation of what they guarded had surely more glamour and sound to it then the shabby stall would have let many guess, not that anyone without power, money or reign over something great would ever find out alive...<br/>
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You need to be invited for this, need to know how to become one of the Initiates of Fizzlespurks domain.. A goblin more mighty, more powerful then the tradeprince himself. Though one would call them brothers, a reigner of the daylight, and one of the underground himself. Because when you are invited, out of pure greed, lust or power, you will find yourself amongst the most depraved deep and dark souls that Azeroth ever has known.<br/>
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Entering this exclusive club will let you gain several leverage's no man could say no to.. All the most beautiful women the planet could offer, abducted, broken and collared to be slaves to their every desire, socializing in the most pleasant and safe way with other evenly sick, dark and twisted souls to expand your own riches or empire and last but not least, a ring in which they can recognise each other outside of the guarded confinements of Fizzlespurks lovely petplace... A ring made out of the purest gold only a goblin could craft so exquisitely that it could hold a stone made out of the horns of a succubus. A ring that is the only way that provides entrance into the heavily guarded and secluded areas of the underground of Silvermoon city.<br/>
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Not your everyday bar, so it seems... </i><br/><br/><br/><br/>*********** In the Meanwhile  *************<br/><br/>Her eyes were thick and swollen of the many tears she had already shed, her neck aching from the heavy metal that covered her whole throat. She could hardly move her head, to afraid that the sharp edges of the steel would bruise her jawline even more.<br/><br/>But that wasn't the most fearful thing, just mere days ago she had been studying, like always, in the library of Dalaran. And then all of a sudden a blur of happenings had occurred. Strong heavy arms, and a deep musk smell that still made her gag of disgust surrounded her lithe frame. She couldn't remember how or where she had been taken to, the only thing she knew when she had woken up from the horrible nightmare that just kept on continuing, was that she was in trouble. Serious trouble.<br/><br/>Her arms were shackled above her head, and she was barely able to touch the velvety purple carpet with her tiptoes, hanging on the ceiling like some meat for sale in the butchery places she once had heard of. She could hear Thalassian, and Goblin as well, but only things that made her fear her situation more and more.<br/><br/>Hanging for three days now, the only people she had actually seen was a ill-looking poor peasentgirl, dressed in little then a tight black skirt and some strange-looking tight strap around her boobs that could barely hold the little thing's body in place. Not that she should complain, although it looked, and felt like lush material, her pale smooth white skin was covered in nothing but a shimmering see-trough loincloth, held in place by two golden molded hyppogryph claws on the sides. Her breasts however were strapped into some tight and busty looking metal-thing, the only cloth that seemed to be held between the straps was made out of the same shameful material as her loincloth.<br/><br/>She had been so ashamed the first time the young girl had walked in to feed her, and her stubbornness had refused to eat whatever the dressed-in black girl was trying to give her. Nevertheless, eventhough she was used to skipping meals, on the second day she was more then eager to eat from the strange green fluids. She really does not want to know what it contained, but at least it had sated her hunger for a while. Today however had made her cheeks turn into a deep shade of red, and she was shivering all over her body of the overwhelming fear of knowing what she was actually doing there...<br/><br/><i>She was for sale.</i><br/><br/>And there had been a man, a huge dark and grim-looking cloaked man that had walked into the small room she was hanging in. He was supposedly her buyer, walking around her trembling body, and grunting some words to the goblin every now and then to say his approval. She had heard the goblins name, and even when the tall and broad looking man looked more dangerous then anything she had ever encountered in her life before, (and she would say that she had seen a lot going in and out of the sewers of Dalaran) the goblin looked far, far more scary then he did. There was no emotion in the green eyes that just stared up her body, licking his lips as if he could only see the money she was going to earn him by selling her to anyone that paid enough.<br/><br/>After gliding his finger over her soft spine, she had screamed out of fear, kicking with shackled around her wrists and ankles, which had only worsened her state. Apparently the man's big devilish grin on his face had broadened more when he discovered the fierceness of the librarian bitch.<br/><br/>Librarian bitch, that's how they had referred to her when they walked off, still laughing about her foolish reaction of trying to fight back whilst being bound and shackled to a ceiling. Hanging her head in shame she could only think about the awful, horrible things that were going to happen to her.. And by the sound of the rough voices in the room next to her the negotiations about her sale were very prosper, very prosper indeed...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>