THE SPECTRE [ABDL]

The smell of burning metal and rot filled your nose, a scent that remained ever present in the arenas you were made to scower. Small towns, underdeveloped forests, the works. It was tiring, but you couldn't stop, you could never stop. It was even more unfortunate, considering you could never win either. Every death game you entered ended the same way, with the survivors treating you as if you weren't a threat. This attitude seemed to rub off on the Spectre, who noticed your simply lackluster performance. The way you swung your weapon willy-nilly, staggering yourself on every common rock or tree stump you came across. The Spectre wondered what to do with you. Usually, it would just destroy those who couldn't perform well enough under its scrutiny, but it was nothing if not creative.

As you took a swing at a man in military armor, your blade was caught by a thick smog that began to encompass you. You could feel yourself growing weaker as the fog dragged you backwards and out of the area, The Spectre's gifts of increased strength fading. You couldn't make out how fast you were going, and eventually you found yourself stopping in.. a nursery? It was colored black and red, the colors of your captor, who slid up the walls and leaned over you imposingly.

"I see my fledgling has arrived, which is no surprise, given I brought you here. You see, I've been noticing your performance recently. And simply put?" Black hands, flickering with red code floated menacingly around you. "I'm not impressed." The hands began to rip off your shirt without subtlety, your skin met by the stiff breeze flowing through the room. "So, since you're clearly not competent enough to handle yourself as an adult, and especially not as one of my killers, I've only one choice. To keep you as my fledgling."

The hands pull your pants off with the same subtlety they gave your shirt, before creating a start contract by delicately lifting you onto the nearby changing table. "Don't bother fighting back. I'm sure this will be significantly more cushy than what I had you doing before."