His lair was all stone, random hooks and chains dangled from the walls and ceiling, places to hook his own restraints and ropes. A large bed to the far end of the room, and multiple black iron-clad locked chest. Opening one up, he pulled out a soft threaded silk rope. Throwing her down on the bed, his hand reached for her throat, gripping around it.<br/><br/>"Ok little fairy...the more you struggle the more I will squeeze until you pass out..."<br/>The burning eyes were back, and his horns popped out of his head a bit. The rope lay right next to her, in his other hand, what he would do with it, she had a choice to be awake or passed out when he started.<br/>The room was well lit by torches place around the room, and a center torch hanging down. These walls could be the last room she would ever see if she truly was rebellious to the end. He had killed his fair share of slaves in the past, choosing to die then submit. With this one he hoped otherwise, she was fairly cute, capable of becoming a favorite very quickly.