User blog:Kunnaki/WWYD- Cursed Sword

You are a mercenary who was a former soldier of the Order but left the group due to not agreeing with the way they did things, which was a total loss for them as you were one of the best, if not the best, troops they ever had the pleasure of hiring. Now you are a sellsword, selling out your skills to whoever has need of you. Though some question your loyalty and ethics, you know that you are simply like everyone else: just a person trying to do whatever you can to make ends meet in this world of ours.

One day, you are asked by a village of blacksmiths for help in subduing a demon that has taken up refuge in the castle ruins nearby. It has demanded that all able warriors come and face it, less it destroy the entire village. However, the village only has blacksmiths, and none of them are fit to hold a sword, let alone wield one. Thus, it falls on you to do so. They promise to pay you a handsome sum should you get rid of the demon and send it fleeing back to whatever plane it has come from.

Following the chief blacksmith's directions, you eventually reach the ruins the villagers spoke of. Heading inside, you make your way to the top floor of the castle. After an hour of searching and scrambling in the darkness, you finally reach the floor where the throne room is located. There, sitting up on what looks like a macabre throne made up of nothing but skulls is a woman, holding onto what looks like a dark and evil sword with an eye coming out of the end of the hilt. The look in the woman's eyes is filled with both contempt and interest as she takes notice of you.

"So, those pathetic villagers sent me another pathetic wretch for my blade to feast upon." She says, as she crosses her legs over each other. You furrow your brows in confusion, wondering what she means as the chief told you it had no warriors to spare. The woman laughs at your confusion, making you scowl at her.

"You actually believed that old fool?" She asks. Then, with a snap of her fingers, a group of half-naked men wearing S&M masks and black thongs come from behind her throne, with chains attached to their necks.

"These are the remains of the so-called warriors that that pathetic village sent me. Unfortunately, they were not worth a second of my time. They were all mercenaries that that the village sent against me, simply because they didn't want to get their hands dirty. Each and every one of the old fools in that village is capable of wielding a sword, but they refuse to fight because they are cowards. So instead, they send me these worthless human fodder as payment."

You look as the woman frowns, unfolding her legs, whilst never taking her eyes off of you.

"I've suffered many insults before in my past life, but this is the last that I shall suffer. Especially at the hands of cowardly mortals such as them."

The woman leans forward in her throne, standing up as she holds onto her blade.

"I shall do away with the lot of them, but first..."

You grab onto your weapon as the woman slowly makes her way down the throne, and stops a few feet away from you.

"...I think I'll take you as my pet. You'll make a very good addition to my collection."

What do you do?