The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[GamesMaster]

"Good boy." She feeds him another spoonful. "Now you listen up. Yer goal is to survive. Yer no good to anyone dead, hear? There's better an' there's worse, but dead's dead."

[The Iron Bull]

Can't break. Can't risk them making me help them find her. But... but the longer they try, the longer they try. Umm. That's not... "'vive," he eventually decides to repeat.

[GamesMaster]

"Good boy. Ya got any special skills? Stuff'll make them try more or less on ya?"

[The Iron Bull]

Bull opens his eye to squint at her, an incredulous look on his face. Seriously? I'm near eight foot and six hundred pounds, with more muscles in one arm than most have in their whole body. "Punch." He bears his teeth. "Punch good."

[GamesMaster]

She snorts. "Yer' as obvious as a carriage. No good as an assassin, an' dumb labor's a penny a pound." Still, we could use a heavy hitter on our side. 

[The Iron Bull]

Bull just rumbles softly, eye closing as he relaxes again. Need to make the most of this fuel. Need to heal up. Still... "'n dumb," he mumbles. "'peak five tongues, maths. Animals. Heal. Knit."

[GamesMaster]

"Yah?" she asks, now much more keenly focused on him while he can't see her expression. "Which tongues?"

[The Iron Bull]

"This," he answers, starting with the obvious. "Elven, giantish, drow and Celestial." He laughs a little, then winces. "And a smatter of Infernal, orcish, dwarven and Ignan. Mostly swears'n threats."

[GamesMaster]

Is he an Adventurer, that he can speak so many languages? she marvels. "Ya wanna talk 'bout what they done ya?"

[The Iron Bull]

"Shitty torture," he grunts, carefully shrugging one shoulder.

[GamesMaster]

"They got a use for ya yet?"

[The Iron Bull]

"Rapist," he spits.

[GamesMaster]

"Ah. Th' Breedin' pits. 's where I got my little ones," she admits, patting her belly. "Not a fun place, them."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull rumbles darkly, a faint red glow flicking in his eye briefly, then he spits a foul, grating word to complete his own opinion.

[GamesMaster]

"They won't let you, you know. Think of it this way. The shell they leave when they break you, he don't treat us so good. I've had shells before. An' I've had men. And men, they're able to be softer, to hold back. It's less degrading. So you wanna be a shell or you wanna be a man?"