He was a warrior, an honorable combatant, one who had seen many struggles, many wars, who had given up most of the best of his life in the pursuit of glory for his country, who had won great renown as a warrior of skill and prowess, who had done great things in battle. Great things until the politics of his country betrayed him, for, when faced with an empire far greater than they, they begged for peace, but such was the value of his name, that even in peace did the empire fear him. So, to seal the deal, to grant safety to his country was he sold to them, was he given as a prisoner, and by them made a slave.
But he was no man to be so easily tamed. Simply because one is in shackles and servitude does not make one no longer a warrior. Captors, guards, masters all ere more threatened, more afraid of him than he of them, and long ago would he have escaped had it not spelled certain doom for his people. And so it was determined that there was only one thing to do with such a dangerous slave, for their was, in one of their principalities a castle in which no one dared attempt to dwell, because it was possessed by a great darkness, one that searched out victims and slaves, and so it was the habit to offer up the worst criminals, the most unruly of slaves to the place so that whatever dwelled within would not search the countryside for other prey.
And so he met her, the demoness who haunted that dark place, and though she would not whip him, and rarely would she beat him, would she, unlike any other before, force him into servitude, for while he was a hero bold, and a warrior bright, he was still a man, and so would he be bent to her will.