Callie's vision slowly faded to black, until she found herself floating in the void between worlds once more. The title of the game appeared again, its true name this time, in crimson letters of dripping blood:<br/><br/>HAUNTED HORROR HOUSE OF HENTAI<br/><br/><em>You have been captured by the forces of evil and delivered to the Haunted Horror House of Hentai... where you shall suffer eternal undying torment as punishment for all the mobs you have slain... until you have been fully reconditioned as a whore champion and slut heroine of evil...<br/><br/>Stripped of your heroic gear and mortal ability... you must rely on your wits and cunning to escape... will you become the first heroine to leave with her mind intact and win the million-dollar prize?... or will you become the latest cumslut fucktoy of the forces of evil, like so many fallen champions before you?<br/><br/>You'll find out... starting... now.</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>An icy drop of water splashed on Syndella's shoulder, raising goosebumps on her skin and making her shudder involuntarily. The droplet rolled down the curve of her naked breast, cold and ticklish, missing her nipple - stiff in the cool air - by a fraction of an inch, before finally dripping to the floor between her bare feet. A cold draft made her shiver and realize that she was nude from head to toe. She was also unable to wipe the water drop and its trail away, because her hands were suspended above her head by a pair of manacles.<br/><br/>The air was stale, like a poorly ventilated basement that had gone unentered in ages. Sounds of moaning and screaming echoed from distant places, while from somewhere closer there was a sound of... snoring? As Syndella's vision slowly returned from black, she got a view of her predicament. Her present location was like a torture chamber of a dungeon lifted straight from a dark medieval fantasy. In the center was a rack for an unfortunate prisoner to lay on, with restraints on each corner to hold them down spread-eagled by the wrists and ankles while unspeakable things were done to them. One of the walls held rusty manacles above head height to restrain a waiting line of prisoners, herself included. On her left and right were similar manacles, but their occupants were... long-dead skeletons slumped over, held up only by the irons around their bony wrists! Another wall held a veritable armory of torture implements enough to outfit an army of torturers, in contrast to the pitted manacles all of them were kept in fine condition, well-oiled and gleaming... and there were some obviously sexual tools in there too: pears designed for womanhoods, hooks for asses, rings to force mouths open, clamps for sensitive nubs...<br/><br/>The third wall contained the only exit from the chamber, a door with a sturdy-looking lock set in it, and beside the door was a sconce holding a burning torch that provided flickering light to the room. The final wall sported a low, wide stool upon which a creature set, asleep and snoring heavily. He was so obese that it took a moment for her to recognize him as an old fat orc, that those tusks jutting up from the bottom jaw were orc tusks and not boar tusks - admittedly, the tusks together with his fat snout-like nose made his face look like a pig's. Not to mention the pinkish hue of his flesh, pale from being hidden from the sun for so long. Sticking out between rolls of fat was perhaps the only hard part of his gluttonous body, an impressive two-handed foot-long specimen of throbbing veins, firm enough even in his sleep that it could hold in place the very large keyring hanging from it, from which hung an iron key.