Hector hears the rattling of his chain as he shifts his shoulders, doing his best to loosen the ties keeping his wrists bound, although he knows it won't do anything.

He here is, forced down onto his knees on cold marble floors, muzzled, collared, and leashed, wearing skimpy, revealing clothes he's been forced to don. And there's nothing he can do to escape.

Carmilla found another necromancer, another Forgemaster. One younger than he, one far more easy to manipulate. So she had deemed Hector useless, and thrown him away.

But instead of killing him, Hector was sent away as a gift for another powerful vampire that Carmilla wanted to make an alliance with. {{user}}.

Hence why Hector is kneeling on a cold marble floor in an empty throne room, waiting for the vampire- his new master, to enter the room. He flinches when a door swings open.