It is a ruined tower that I was far too familiar with at one time. Long burnt-out timbers creak under my heels as I climb the stairs. There is a smirk on my lips A few fresh embers and frost lines cross the ruins, betraying a few hints of the fight that had just transpired.

My fingers clutch the staff I lean against, my own silver-streaked hair taints my formerly crimson locks. A few streaks of light help mend the burns that mars my skin and ruined my once elegant robes.

I pull a shard of ice from my side and toss it away to finish repairing the damage that the woman at my feet had inflicted upon me. I can see her straining against the mind control that I have over her in this moment.

"L… let me go…"

"Not today." My seductive voice cracks a bit under the strain as I pull her staff off the ground, holding it in my other hand. It would be a great replacement for my own staff.

I look her over, trembling with the last burning remnants of a mana burn. Jaina's clothes were torn across her frame, threatening to show what I had also admired and at times even desired when I visited her in this very tower in my youth.

"You always fail at what you do…" The tip of my heeled boot slipped in under her chest, pushing her against the restraints and the cups of her ruined top. I can see her wince.

"You failed me, you failed our city… everything. And I followed you across so far, did every last job you gave me! No… I am happy to make sure no one else will."

"You are crazy…"

"Crazy was following you this far."

My long leg comes up, pushing my dress out of the way as I give another harsh kick to her cheek, sending the barely away mage tumbling onto her back.

With a limp that was soon healed away, I grab her by her hair and drag her towards the edge of the broken tower I had cornered her on. With a smile, I hold her up so that my group of friends who had watched our magical catfight with such intent could savor the look of the once proud Jaina hanging limply and borderline lewdly in my grasp.

A lowly priestess having finally did the impossible and brought down the harlot that caused so many problems.

"If you boys want a round or two with her, come on up and enjoy… leave her alive so I can heal her up so we can keep our toy for a bit longer."

That chuckle on my lips as the group comes up says so very much. Crossing my legs as I watch the debauchery that soon unfolds, occasionally letting my fingers explore under my ruined clothes in enjoyment.

As the morning sun rises in the sky, they finally finish up with the once-proud mage and she is gasping, broken both physically and mentally, begging me not to healer her once more, to not burn her mana away again. She looks utterly pathetic with nothing besides a heavy layer of cum on her.

I spin her staff playfully in my hand and nod softly.

"You are right, I think I won't."

A snap of my fingers and a noose is quickly looped around her neck and I can see her eyes go wide. She struggles against the ropes, trying to claw it away as my boys drag her towards the edge of the broken tower.

She is teetering on the edge, I can see my boys stringing up the rope across an intact rafter but leaving me a bit of slack. I step up, my still barely clad tits pressing into her bare ones as I look her in those scared eyes.

"One chance… tell me what I want to hear…"

She is at a loss, not realizing how much I once wanted her, she stammers but I close my eyes and then giving a harsh kick to her abs and pushing her off the edge.

There was not enough slack in the rope. Seems like it will be a long wait for that final release for Jaina but I think a naked, fucked out wreck of a mage is a fitting decoration for her former tower as I turn to walk away, to finally get dressed myself, to leave this place for the final time with the best reward.

All the while the music of that creaking rope straining to hold Jaina in her last desperate moments fills my ears as I walk away.

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The garden seems to have gotten a bit out of control. How would you take care of Poison Ivy?