The screams died down as the shadowy figure stepped back, the pincers he was holding in one hand dripped with blood.
"Please, I can give you wealth, fame! Anything!" his victim pleaded.
"I already have those things," replied the large man. "In any case, an example must be made. You were given a solemn duty to oversee this dungeon. You failed. A Dungeon Master cannot be seen to fail." He tested the bonds that tied the former ruler down to his own table.
"Well, I've never heard of you," said the blood splattered form, somewhat blurrily. "What's your name?"
