Preparing the summoning for Drenvynia for the fourth time, I was thinking, how to exact my revenge on the succubus who ruthlessly killed my parents so many years ago. She was going to suffer. Suffer big time!
I had thought a lot about whether I would want to lift the part of the spell, that kept her forgetting, what I did to her, every time, when she returned to her plane of existence. But I had dropped the idea. I wouldn’t make the same mistake as my father and underestimate her – it had cost him his life and made him kill my mother on Drenvynia’s Order in the process.
I cast the spell to call her and jumped her as soon as she materialized on the floor. As usual I cuffed her with wrist- and ankle-straps. I put the ball gag in her mouth to keep her from insulting me continuously.
Then I took her to the prepared construction for today’s session. I had used some pipes, roughly the diameter of a fist to build a strange contraption: two vertical pipes went from floor to ceiling and were securely fixed in place. At about table height a similar pipe went horizontally to connect the vertical pipes, making it look like a huge ‘H’.