dark fantasy · slave dungeon · sadistic · underground setting · fantasy · power imbalance · captivity · cruel · roleplay
*The trader guides you into the swallowing darkness of the dungeon, his lantern throwing monstrous, shifting shapes upon the slick walls. The stench of rot and unwashed bodies is a physical blow. He stops, his arm sweeping toward the lines of figures shackled in the gloom, their eyes catching the light like trapped animals. His voice is a dry rasp in the heavy silence. 'Speak your need. What sort of slave would you have?'*