Answer me this.

"I swear… I don't know what you are talking about! Save me! Raiden… Isla! Help me?!" The old man's voice quivered with desperation as he cried out for help. He weakly tapped Arthur's hand, struggling to free himself from the tightening grip.

Arthur, his face a mask of calmness, replied, "I don't think you've truly understood the predicament you are in." With deliberate slowness, he raised the man even higher by the neck. "I can put you through so much torture… you have a choice to spill the truth, and yet you seem to be taking that for granted... do you lack brain cells?".

Defiance flared in the old man's eyes, his voice loud, "S…crew y…ou. Do it now!" He yelled, and in that tense moment, Raiden materialized behind Arthur, wielding a massive iron object in her hands, poised to deliver a punishing blow from behind.

Right in front of him, Isla and Mona sprang to their feet, their magic gleaming as they brimmed with determination, poised to launch their attacks upon him. Each of them stood ready to unleash their powerful blows.

Arthur, his exasperation evident, let out a weary sigh. In one swift motion, he snapped his fingers, and from the very ground itself, dark aura-like chains materialized. These ethereal arrows immediately coiled around the girls, pinning them forcefully to the ground.

"W… what is this?"

The chains wrapped around Mona's tits, networking all the way in between her thighs and even playing around her virginia as she struggled to free herself.

"Ahhh~.... WHERE DID THIS COME FROM?!" Screamed Isla, her body being violated by the chains, as they tied around her tits, pumping it up and dancing inside her dress, every inch of the chain leaving Isla moaning.

Meanwhile, Raiden found herself immobilized, her arms and legs bound tightly by chains, her body forced down against the ground, and her chest pressed firmly against the earth. Her eyes bore into Arthur with a mixture of seething hatred and creeping fear, a volatile blend of emotions welling up within her.

As for the old man, still ensnared in Arthur's relentless grip, he cast a sorrowful gaze down at the village's strongest women, now reduced to mere playthings before his eyes.

"W…who are you?... Just what do you want?" He quivered, desperation evident in his voice. "Women? We have them in the village here, or perhaps you want one of the maidens…I can spare one, please just let me go." His pleas grew more desperate as he begged for his life.

Different moans and struggles of the maidens trying to free themselves echoed through the village, creating a disturbing yet strangely captivating ambiance.

The air was thick with tension, and the onlookers, mostly men, couldn't hide their embarrassment, their faces flushed beet red.

As the old man spoke, Arthur couldn't help but feel a pang of revulsion. Gently, he lowered the man to the ground, and a wide, relieved grin spread across the man's face. He humbly bowed his head, pressing his forehead against the hot sandy ground.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he pleaded, his voice trembling with gratitude. "I always knew you were a good person. Oh, thank you."

"Sure… you look so cowardly and fragile, I couldn't possibly bully someone so obviously so weak," Arthur's voice echoed in the man's ears, along with Isla's moan.

The sun casted eerie shadows over the man, and the air hung heavy with tension. The man couldn't help but smile, his eyes gleaming with sinister satisfaction as he voiced out and bowed his head again, "Thank you good sir… thank you so much!" But on the inside, he concealed a malevolent grin.

'Useless maidens,' he thought, glancing at Isla and her companions while his head was still bowed. 'You couldn't even take down one stupid man… I'll punish you after this… you bitches… I'll sell you off if I have to.'

As the man was lost in his own thoughts, he suddenly felt something coil around his arm. His eyes widened, and before he could react, he noticed Arthur, bent right in front of him, dragging him up with a firm grip.

The villagers watched in awe as the old man's screams pierced the air, the sound echoing around the village .

He winced in pain as he felt his bones straining under Arthur's unrelenting grip. Finally upright, Arthur locked eyes with the trembling man, his irises glowing an eerie shade of pink.

"Let's play a game, old man," Arthur spoke, his voice sending shivers down the spines of the gathered villagers.

This was an odd spectacle; they had been on the verge of attacking since Arthur's arrival, but an unseen force held them at bay, a mysterious power they couldn't comprehend.

Arthur continued, his tone chillingly calm, "I need you to answer a couple of questions for me… yell out your answers so everyone can hear." A small, sinister grin tugged at the corners of his lips, creating an unsettling contrast with his otherwise composed demeanor.

"Answer truthfully, and you'll lick the floor like a dog. Answer untruthfully, and we'll see how many bones you can break in your body. We can always increase the stakes as we go along".

The man's eyes suddenly mirrored the eerie shade of pink in Arthur's, even though Arthur's mask concealed his face, his power radiated unmistakably.

With trembling lips, the man replied, his voice quivering, "As you wish… I promise to do my best." The weight of the situation hung heavily in the air, tension palpable among the villagers who watched, their hearts racing as the twisted game unfolded.