Hellhounds

You wake some time later in an elegant sitting room being held on a devil's lap as he played with your hair. You are bound in chains so tight you can't move, and another chain is in your mouth as a gag. "I was wondering when you would wake up." The devil purrs. In his human form, he looks like a beautiful but intimidating man. But in this private place, he is putting little work into mantaning the illusion and bits of his true self flicker in and out of existence. "Dont look so scared, mortal. I'm not going to kill you. Doing that without good reason is bad for my business, gets me the wrong sort of reputation. Let me introduce myself. You may call me Rulvun." "Mhh mhh" you try to speak through the gag "Hush. Now dear, whatever you have to say is unimportant. Im not even going to keep you forever. Well, not unless you want to make a contract with me, " he purrs seductively, as he strokes your hair. "I just need you occupied and out of the way. Until that bumbling wizard who can't remember to lock a door finishes his job, " Rulvun's voice drops from a seductive purr into rage when he speaks of Barhaxon "And to that end, I have arranged some playmates for you." Rulvun sounds cheerful again. "Grimfang, Grandpelt come here, boys," he calls out, then whistles. Two pony sized dogs with eyes made of fire charge into the room. "Rug you too, boy!" He calls. A much less intelligent looking, but just as big hellhound comes into the room. Insted of the sharp wolf like looks of the other 2, this one looks like a horse sized pug. "Ohh, who are daddy's good boys? Did you miss me? Yes, you did!" Rulvun coos at the monsters. "Look, Daddy got you something."