Author: Inferno


You hesitantly get up and sit on your haunches, allowing a good view of your wounded chest. The wyrm's head leans down and examines you closely. You let out a small yelp as you felt the wyrm poke your heart through the wound. You glance up and see the wyrm smiling.

"I give you a choice, dragon. Rip out your own heart willingly and give it to me and I will grant you a peaceful death, perhaps even undeath if you wish. Or you refuse and I rip it out myself and enslave your rotting corpse for eternity! You have 5 minutes to choose," the wyrm calmly rasps out.

What do you do?

Rip your heart out


Beg to be let go