Board Thread:Role Playing/@comment-26545097-20170207025719/@comment-24852191-20170209170436

Vlad: And you as well. Do you know how to escape this city? I've been trying to for years, ever since I was captured and.......


 * Just then, the lid for the crate is thrown off. Several larger, burly, Turkish arms grab Vlad by the arms and hair and yank him up and out of the box. They don't even seem to acknowledge Salem's existence. They bring him before a large Turk that looks of royalty. He chuckles deeply.

Grand Sheik: So, there is my prize. You cannot escape Istanbul so easily, Vladimir. As punishment, you shall have to suffer my wrath upon the bed sheets of my private chamber.

Vlad: No, NOOOO!


 * A larg royal middle eastern bed appaear in the darkness behind them. The Grand Sheik looks at the cross still clutched in Vlad's right hand.

Grand Shiek: I see you still carry that worthless trinket. Forget it, boy. Your God has forgotten and left you to me.


 * He laughs maniacally as he drags Vlad by his hair to the bed. Vlad has succumbed to his master's will and has given up resisting. The Grand Shiek throws him on the bed and begins undressing himself. Just then, everythng goes black. The Shiek, the guards, the bed, Vlad, all of it was gone and it was dark again. Just then, a deep laugh comes from behind Salem.