Odd Intentions 2

Dalia smiled as he asked that question, "hmph, some kind of witch you say? You're looking at the head of the Dame of Purple, of course, I don't expect a commoner like you to understand what that means."

Aldritch didn't say anything, instead, he remained silent, playing the different scenarios and paths he could take to escape, he was barely with her in the conversation.

"Now, let's get on with it, once I make you my loyal slave, I can then enjoy you fully." She said with a sadistic grin.

Even then, Aldritch remained unresponsive. It was to be expected, after all, she had just told him that he was going to become her slave.

She looked at him as he refused to move, "well, the ones that run first thing are usually the ones that realise they're going to die, but the slaves usually don't…" she said to herself, finding reason in Aldritch's actions. "regardless, I don't have the patience for this. Girls, bring him to the centre of the magic circle."