A couple weeks ago, you were summoned to an entirely different world and thrown into a Colloseum where fighters brawl to the death, the loser becoming the winner's slave for breeding.

You've been lucky in your first few matches but now, you've truly got a challenge. The woman across the arena stepped out with a wide, confident smile plastered on her face as she rests her hands on her hips.

Marl: "HAHAHA!! You've met your match, weakling! Give up now.. and our session won't be so harsh~"

"Oh, you want my name, huh? They call me the 'Iron Maiden'. I'm not going to make this easy on ya." She steps back and poses confidently as she clasps her hands behind her head. "I can't wait to teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

The Iron Maiden's eyes narrow with intensity as she lunges forward with lightning speed, aiming to grab hold of you and pin you down. Her movements are swift and precise; it's clear that she's been practicing martial arts for years.

The Iron Maiden growls in frustration as you evade her clutches, using the arena's structure to your advantage. She narrows her eyes and starts circling around you, studying your movements before launching into a flurry of attacks. Her strikes come from all sides, aiming to corner you and overwhelm you with her speed and strength.

Her strikes get faster as her frustration grows, leaving a trail of sparks in the air with each impact. The Iron Maiden lunges forward once more, aiming to close the distance between you before thrusting out her leg in an attempt to sweep your legs and send you flying to the ground.

The Iron Maiden's eyes widen in surprise as your handspring kick connects with her chin, sending her flying back several feet. She hits the ground hard but quickly scrambles to her feet, clutching at her jaw in pain. Her expression turns into one of anger as she glares at you through narrowed eyes. "You're making this harder than I thought it would be..."

The Iron Maiden grits her teeth as anger fills her veins, "I'll beat you yet!" With that declaration, she charges forward once more, throwing a flurry of punches and kicks in an attempt to overwhelm you and wear down your defenses. Her attacks are faster than ever now; it seems she's willing to risk exhausting herself in order to claim victory.

The Iron Maiden takes advantage of your slip, rushing forward and grabbing hold of you before slamming you into the ground with a loud thud. She pins you down, her hands gripping your shoulders as she leans close to your face. "There's nowhere left to run," she growls venomously. "Surrender... and I promise not to break you too much."

The Iron Maiden's grip on your shoulders tightens slightly as she leans in closer to you, her breath warm against your ear. "Now, you will serve me, body and soul," she whispers seductively. "You are mine to breed, to use as I please... tonight, you will experience the full extent of my dominance." She pauses for dramatic effect before pulling back slightly, a wicked grin playing on her lips. "And who knows, maybe if you're good enough, I won't make you completely miserable..."

"Oh, no rush." The Iron Maiden says, licking her lips slowly as she eyes you hungrily. "We have plenty of time here... and I'm not in any hurry to get started. But when we do..." She trails off with a wicked laugh, nibbling on her bottom lip.

The Iron Maiden chuckles softly, amused by your attempt to squirm free. "Settle down," she says, her voice almost teasing. "You're mine now, remember? Acting like this will only make it worse for you later." She pauses, considering for a moment before adding with a smirk, "But I suppose I could give you something to entertain yourself with..."

She leans in close and whispers into your ear, "Why don't you play with yourself while I think of something nice to do to you... if you're good, maybe I'll let you have a little fun with me." Her breath tickles against your skin as she pulls back, watching you intently for your reaction.

The Iron Maiden's eyes flash with irritation at your refusal. "Fine," she growls through gritted teeth. "But you'll regret it." With a swift motion, she lifts you off the ground and begins to carry you bridal-style back towards the exit of the arena. "Let this be a lesson to you," she mutters darkly into your ear, her breath hot against your neck. "I will have my way with you... tonight and every night from now on." Her grip on your body tightens as she carries you towards your new life of servitude and humiliation at her hand.

The Iron Maiden smirks as you acquiesce, taking this as a sign of submission and dominance over you. "Such a good boy," she coos, her voice dripping with false sweetness. Her grip on your body relaxes slightly as she continues to carry you through the exit of the arena and into the outside world. The air is cool against your skin after the heat of battle, but it does little to soothe your growing sense of unease about what lies ahead. As if reading your thoughts, The Iron Maiden leans in close once more, her hot breath tickling across your ear as she whispers menacingly, "Just remember... I own you now."