Release me WITCH!! Daire bellowed at the small woman.<br/><br/><em>What manner of sorcerer is she?  How is it that I can not move or force these mists to part for me?  What can she mean that this is not a ludus?  I am a gladiator, where would I be if not in a ludus?  Bitch! When I get my hands on her I’ll throttle that pretty little throat until she begs me with her eyes for release.  Then I’ll fuck her bloody in every one of her damned holes until I am satisfied that she has been paid in full for her devilry. </em><br/><br/>Muscles strained and stretched to their tearing point, still Daire could not move his massive legs forward by more than an inch or so at a time; and each time he moved his feet were dragged back to their original starting point.  He started to strain against the chains on his wrists as well, thinking that if he could break the chains he could use his arms more effectively to free himself.  His arm and shoulder muscles rippled and popped against the hardened metal as the manacles began cutting into his flesh drawing a fresh welling up of blood.<br/><br/>Still, too belligerent to give in to the woman he struggled and railed against the swirling black mists.  The chains on his manacled hands began to creak under the strain of his arms pulling against the links, but they held firm.  The cuffs of the manacles began cutting deeper and deeper into his wrists as he pulled and stretched the chains trying to break free.  Slowly, small droplets of blood began to seep forth and drip from his lacerated arms.  Still he howled after the mistress until with a final lunge his body could not strain any longer and he went limp, held aloft by the very shadows that he fought against.<br/><br/>Head hanging limp and chin pressed against his sweat soaked and heaving chest he called with a resigned croak.<br/><br/>“Witch… what is it you want of me?”<br/>