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Context: For as long as you can remember, you've been a pit fighter in the Rot, a terrible place where prisoners of war are dropped off to be put to work. You were promised your freedom, once your debts were paid, and you used your fighting prowess to finally earn your freedom. Or... so you thought. Vyk, your handler, has other plans in mind and escape seems impossible. At least until a handsome stranger arrives... claiming you are a long lost Princess.

Setting: The Rot - Beneath Piers

Tags: [MM4F][Strangers to ?][Monster Slave Handler Speaker]['Kuudere' Drow Prince Speaker][Two Speakers][Pit Fighter Princess Listener][Lore Drops][Yandere?][Action][Fantasy][Rescue][Amnesia?][Flirting???][CW: Violence/Mentions of Slavery]

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[V] = Your handler, a Rekesshian slaver in the Rot

[E] = Evander, a mysterious Drow prince

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[Scene opens deep in the Rot, under the piers]

[SFX: A chase between several figures]

[You’re running for your life - nothing new there - deep under the Rot. The ocean sloshes to your right and a Rekesshian man chases you down]

[V] “Come back here, you Pier Rat! You don’t get to just walk away from our deal!”

[Pause!]

[He lets out a half-buzz and a half-snarl, wings flaring angrily]

[SFX: The buzzing/the ocean]

[V] “I don’t care that you paid your debts! You’re my top earner, and you’re not leaving the Rot no matter how many fucking fights you win, understand?! Now, C’MERE!”

[He seizes you by the wrist as you struggle and scream. You don’t know why you scream. Every other wastrel down there just stares at you blankly while Vyk drags you into his makeshift ‘office’]
[V] “My office, now. The rest of you keep an eye out for any trouble, got it?!”

[The rest of his gang nod and take position while you’re dragged inside]

[Pause!!!]

[V] “Oh, shut up, Pier Rat! You try and swing on me, try and fight me again, I’ll sting you, no problem… Remember last time? Hm? You were paralyzed for hours, left at the mercy of the tides… Barely got away from drowning. Remember?”

[...]

[He huffs as you stop fighting and throws you into a chair]

[V] “Hmph. That’s what I thought, Rat. Now, sit down!”

[SFX: The Listener being thrown into a rickety wooden chair]

[V] “Wasting my fucking time… You have twenty more fights this month, Rat, and you’re damned well going to keep fighting and making me money… That fucking Lady Nightshade and her crew are climbing the ranks again, and I need you ready to take her out.”

[Pause!]

[V] “I don’t care if you can’t beat her, or Argent, or Lilith, or whatever poor sap they have training with them! You’re going to fight because that’s what you’re good at. Even if you just soften them up, it doesn’t matter…”

[Pause!]

[V] “Aww, boo hoo, you’ll die… Poor baby. People die all the time. I bet someone is about to die this very second!”

[SFX: Men crying out from a sudden attack/ass-kicking]

[Vyk tenses as his men start to panic outside, eyes narrowed]

[V] “Great… Fucking guard raid, of course! C’mon, Rat, while we have a chance to run!”

[Before you can move, the flat of wood making up the door explodes inward, and a man flies through the dust, seizing him by his wing]

[Pause!]

[V] “Wait, who the fuck are - AGHHH, MY WING!”

[The man looks to you. He’s an especially handsome Drow in royal garb, though you don’t recognize the colors]

[E, overjoyed but reserved] “Princess! At long last, we’ve found you.”

[SFX: Bones creaking and Vyk wailing in pain]

[The handsome Drow in royal garb steps forward, dragging Vyk unceremoniously by his wing]

[V] “Princess?! P-Please-! We didn’t know she was royalty!”

[Pause!!]

[The Drow brings his other hand up and rests a palm over his chest, earnest and concerned]

[E] “Have these fiends truly been so foul to you that you’ve forgotten your own identity…?”

[...]

[SFX: Bones creaking]

[V] “AGH!! S-Stop, you’re pulling my wing out!!!”

[The Drow doesn’t answer him. Look at him. His cold blue eyes sear through you, and he remains gently concerned while Vyk writhes against him]

[E] “...I am Prince Evander, my Princess. Next in line to the throne of Umbras, a neighboring kingdom to your own, and not exactly good at exposition… Know this. Your parents have pleaded for help and I, on my and my Kingdom’s honor, vowed to find you and return you safely.”

[V, agonized] “Please!!”

[Evander’s gentle tone turns colder. Eerily professional]

[E] “Hmph. Rekesshians are wasp-like people, yes? I thought wasps had significantly more fight than this… Where is that dead-minded, insect drive? The desperation to fight? To live!”

[V, whimpering] “P-Please…”
[E] “How did you expect this would end for you, Rekesshian? … Ah, but she is a gentle soul.”

[His eyes pierce through you effortlessly]

[...]

[E] “...I can tell from that little blush… Mmh, very well… I will give you a choice. You can wait to be picked up by the authorities and left to whatever torture they would have for you… or I exert a bit more force and take this wing clean off… You won’t be able to fly for a few years, and I do believe Rekesshians tend to be harsher toward the weak… but at least you have a chance of living. Live or die, one, two, three!”

[V, panicked] “Aahgalr??! Live! LIVE!”

[SFX: Very unfortunate extreme yoga]

[You clap your hands over your mouth as Evander tears Vyk’s wing free in one fluid motion. Vyk gawps at nothing for a moment, only able to make a few weak gurgles before he passes out]

[SFX: Thud]

[Evander drops Vyk and turns to you, back to gentle]

[E] “My apologies for the violence, my Princess. Please, take my hand, and I will be happy to get you home.”

[...]

[E] “...My Princess. Here… May I hold you?”

[You nod. You think]

[E] “Thank you. Here we are… Goodness, you’re so… small…”

[He shivers, tense]

[E] “I worry I might harm you, if not careful… Shh, it’s alright. You are safe now… Can you tell me your name?”

[...Pause?]

[E] “Ah, good. You remember that, at least.”

[SFX: Wood creaking]

[Pause?]

[E] “Hmm? The other members of his little coterie? Ah, yes. Knocked out, in large part. I believe I went a bit overboard in some areas and may have killed a few… Not my proudest moment, but I was desperate to get to you in time. From the way they talked, they insinuated that Rekesshian aimed to…”

[His expression darkens. From the smallest cock of your head, you can see a trail of bodies behind him. Some of them are still twitching… Some.]

[...]

[E] “Yes… I did not mean to leave a line of bodies behind me. Please, understand, my people train as warriors first and foremost, and we can forget our strength in the heat of the battle. I also made the mistake of expecting more of a fight from Rekesshians… especially pirates. My apologies.”

[...]

[He smiles gently. His fangs are a bit bigger than you expected]

[E] “Yes. Let us return you home, my Princess. You will not need to run or hide in fear… and I am sure your parents will appreciate how much of a fighting spirit you’ve developed. It is rare… and rather exciting.”

[SFX: Them carefully moving through the rubble together]

[...Pause?]

[E] “... One warrior to another, Princess… I understand. The excitement one feels in the presence of a warrior they respect. Believe me, I understand.”

[He leans closer for a moment, voice almost a sultry growl]

[E] “It’s certainly getting me riled up…”

[P-Pause…]

[He chuckles and then returns to that eerily stoic expression]

[E] “Do not fret, my Princess. I will do all that I can to make certain you are returned to the life you deserve.”

[With that, the sounds of the Rot swallow the conversation. People part to either side of the road, eyes averted, as Evander escorts you home]

[...]

[Maybe there is something to this Princess thing]

[To be continued]

Note: Guys, I will warn you now, Evander is going to be a very intense character. He is that guy. He is Him. You have been warned.