"And if I win?" (Girl needed, PAFP, plot inside)

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    Charlotte wriggled and squirmed in his grasp. She managed to kick him a couple times but it was no use. She had to try. Determination flashed in her eyes.

    OOC: O! O! O! :o I have an idea! How about the fight ends when she gets knocked out or something? :P


    IC: Charlotte let out a wheezing noise. "I-I.." she struggled for breath, her pulse slowing down. Her eyelids fluttered, coming to a close.

    OOC: Yeah xD


    IC: Charlotte looked one more time at him, before she blacked out. Her kicking and thrashing stopped as she fell limp under his grip.

    About an hour later...


    Charlotte woke up on the cold, cobblestone floor. She blinked her eyes, waiting for her eyes to adjust. She pushed up off the wall and started to walk over towards Nightmare, her head bowed low. Her long black hair was in a messy mob, her bangs planted behind her ears.

    He looked down at her, he was bored, there was the corpse of a Orc by the stairs of his throne, "You under stand that you lost...." he said matter of factly, "our terms are to be fulfilled" he said looking for her reaction.

    Charlotte's head was still bowed, facing the ground. "Yes.." she replied sadly. She leaned forward on one knee, lifting her head. Her gaze locked onto his. "I will be here to serve thee.." she murmured softly, pausing. "..your every desire."

    He nodded in satisfaction, "first, remove your armor, you won't be needing it anymore. Then go down the hall to the guest quarters, and finds something else to wear." he said. Looking down at her.

    Charlotte pealed the armor off. A clanking noise hit the floor with each piece that came off. She gave him a slight nod, turning around the head for the guest hall. How could I lose? I've been training for years! She thought angrily to herself, going down each step. When she arrived, she picked off a short dress and slipped it on. She followed the path she had followed to go down, and walked over towards her new master.

    He took off is he melt as she was coming back, he got a good look at her, now that she had no armor, and the dress, he raised a brow, "What are your measurements?" he asked curiously. He clicked his fingers and is armor vanished a fine robe taking place, his hair was sow white Buthe looked young, he hd a scar running down is eye and cheek but otherwise was quite handsome.

    "5 1/2 inches wide, 5 feet and 3 inches tall," she replied. Her jaw dropped a little bit when she saw him without his armor for the first time, and that he snapped and his armor was gone.

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    "6." she replied, her eyes following him as he walked around her. I wonder what he's going to do to me.. She thought to herself. A shiver ran down her spine as the thought crossed her mind.

    He nodded, then he fought of what to do with her first, "first things want you to do, go take time to explore the castle, get familiar, and when you've done that, come to my study....I'll have something else for you to do" he said.

    Charlotte dipped her head to him and rushed off in the left direction. She grabbed her arm in her other arm. She looked around at the stone walls, walking down one of the many winding hallways there were in the castle. Her eyes followed the markings on the wall.

    Charlotte went about, exploring the many parts of the castle. Hallway after hallway, room after room. The rooms were all different and unique in their own way. She smiled to herself. Maybe this won't be so bad... She headed over back towards his study. She knocked on the door before entering. "What would you like me to do now, Master?" she looked over at him, questioningly.