Weary from her ordeal, a merciful rest descends on Natacia, which is only broken at times due to her uncomfortable situation.  She hoped that when she woke up that all of this was just a bad dream, but the chill she felt on her naked body and the biting metal of her bonds on her wrists made her all too aware of the nightmare she is undergoing.  Eventually exhaustion took its toll on her worn out body that was not made aware that she succumbed to a somewhat fitful sleep.<br/><br/>She was aroused awake by her captor, who still wore her guise, as uncanny and unsettling it was, Natacia remained powerless to stop its manhandling of her bound form.  It was playing with one of Natacia’s breasts again as well as fingering her somewhat wet sex before it spoke.<br/>“My, a wet dream perhaps?  You must live a repressed life haven’t you?” it/she mischievously smiled, while its fingers switched to the slayer’s engorged clit.  After going about it for a while, the doppelganger spoke up again.  “And now to decide your fate…”<br/><br/>Natacia woke up, her body felt very sore in places.  She finds herself lying on the cold stone floor of some dungeon, naked.  Looking around, she notices that she at the middle of an intersection, each of the branching corridors reveal very little of where they lead too.  She is all alone.  A pile of items lay nearby however.  Among them are a great sword and a set of clothing–which provides the barest of modesty actually.<br/><br/>Strangely, she cannot seem to remember how she got to this place.  Her last memory was being raped by a flying jellyfish in the forest.  She must have lost consciousness and awaken here.  Could this be the Everchaning Halls?  If by chance this is the place then the kidnapped village women must be around here.  But the question remains:  how did she end up here?<br/>