no. you are not going to bow to these horny sex-crazed beasts. you spot a dagger on the wall. you half wonder if you've got that much nerve.
the minotaurs untie you. "ready?" master asks.
quick as a flash, you dive past rose and run for the dagger. the beasts run after you.
hey, no life is better than this kind of life.
you grab the dagger. the minotaurs back up, but not much. they know a dagger wouldn't be much use against them.
you put the knife against your throat. the minotaurs run forward. your hand shakes, but you don't slit your throat. master takes the knife away and twists it into a spiral. rose is in a rage. master is quiet. rose lifts you onto his shoulder. too late. you lost your nerve. you're going to live as a bull-man's sex slave.
Oops.
and then rose accidentally bangs your head on the low geiling.
you hear a sickening crack, and you know that can only be someone's body breaking. you try to look around, and your neck is flooded with pain.
it's not rose, and it's not master. there's no one else in the room. so itmust be you.
yep.
everything goes black.