The skies grow dark as black clouds swarm over the horizon.
Inside the stone castle, sounds of pang and thrashing ensue.
The kingdom is in peril, for the Princess has been kidnapped and brought to the unholy Castle Gravul. The central chamber resonates with the sound of the Princess in distress, calling out to anyone who could hear her. She is firmly secured to a wooden X, leather clasps holding her against her will.
Her wrists and ankles struggle, trying to somehow undo them before the eclipse.
The Princess knows of the legend, the legend of the Castle.
She knows that if she does not escape, a power unlike no other will be released into the world and the dark emperor would surely rule over all the land.
As darkness builds, she sees a form reveal itself from behind the shadows...
A tall, hooded figure emerges...
"The time of the eclipse is almost upon us Princess, and I know you must be anxious to see what happens..."
"Let me go you beast, I shall have you bested as soon as I am set free from this accursed state of bondage! You dare hold the Princess of the kingdom against her will, you will have hell to answer..."
The hooded figure leans forward, his large frame casting a shadow upon the bound princess as he leans forward to whisper gently to the side of her neck...
"hush little princess, I would not think of harming you, something so exquisite as you..."
He trails his hand over her face,
"Such beauty..." over her smooth and slender neck "such grace..."
Grazing the top of her bosom ever so slightly, curving down to faux cup her generous mounds, only to cruelly tease her delicate buds by almost converging at them and not gripping.
The princess's breathing turns to unsettled gasps as she is taken aback by this perverted gesture, she prepares herself to curse this wretched sorcerer.
But as she is about to do so, the sorcerer, takes off his shroud.
A dark, yet appeasing face greets her. Long black hair, slicked back and dark eyes, unfazed, gazing into hers as his lips contort to a smile that is wicked.
"I did not wish for you to be offended milady, simply that you understand the gravity of your situation and position. You are completely under my power, and there is nothing you can say or do that can change that."
The look on his face was of calm consideration... Like he knew something she didn't. The dark lord, takes out a long dagger from his waistband and raises it toward the heavens.
He brings it to her face. The glistening steel, reflecting her beautiful brown eyes...
The cold metal traces the outline of her bountiful curves, along her bosom, her shapely waist and between her voluptuous hips, making her gasp.
He moves it swiftly to the side, and before she knew what had happened, his cloak falls to the floor, revealing his bare upper body.
