"Why are you... uh, what are you going to do to me?" Steve asked as he witnessed the kidnapper.

It was difficult to look away from her attractive curves. Well, mostly because he couldn't move that big head around. The reasons behind such restrictions were obvious, he was tied down.

"Oh, are you really that curious?" She followed along, in an attempt to tease every bit of emotion that this man had.

At that moment, she faced away from the kidnapped frogezoid, and focused her attention towards a table that was nearby.

Such an action made him heave out a small sigh of relief, because he understood that the disaster was momentarily delayed.

But he also urged to seek a way out of here, and time was one thing he needed the most right now. That was why this good man became more vocal. It was all for the sake of delaying what could soon develop, to a violation of frogezoid rights.

So at first, he answered the question. "I am curious!"

And then shouted, "What the hell are you keeping me here for?"

The kidnapper turned her head around to lock eyes with the loud-mouth. And almost instantly, the young man had an urge to stop talking.

It was easy to see that she attempted to assert dominance, and almost won. But he had long begun fearing for his life, giving up now was not an option.

Therefore he questioned once more, "What do you want from me? Is this your idea of a good romance? There are like a thousand better ways."

That was when she finally turned around to face the chattering man. And it was fair to say that the scene became even more terrifying!

Such fear had nothing to do with the fact that they locked eyes, but because he figured out what this lady held on her palms.

"What uh..." Steve tried to talk, but couldn't find the right words.

This kidnapper carried a silver dagger on one hand, and a pair of cast-iron tongs on the other. Their uses were easy to figure out.

The dagger wasn't a surprise in this situation, such a tool was rather expected. But just what could this woman need those heavy tongs for? What did she want to grab a hold of, with such a rough piece of metal?

These iron tools were typically used by blacksmiths to hold on to hot metal... and in this dilemma, it was definitely not sexy!

And the latter decided to continue the conversation, by asking. "Oh darling, do you really think that I'd have trouble finding a lover?"

A moment after, she urged. "Just look at me!"

That was when this weird frog lady began twirling around a few times, and she bounced a little bit too. The main intent of such an act was to show more corners of her skin.

Her long and green hair, managed to cover a great portion of her back ~ but that didn't necessarily allow beauty to hide itself.

It was fair to say that she was tremendously attractive. Her bodily features could be slightly considered overweight; yet there were countless tight muscles on almost every part of her body, especially her legs!

"Uh..." He mumbled, while having it difficult to separate his gaze from this lady.

Such curves wouldn't fail to attract most men, especially in these barbaric lands where etiquette was almost non-existent.

As for Steve, he struggled through quite a few emotions right now. He could feel a bunch of lustful hormones building up, but felt weird at the same time.

"I just can't with this," He eventually added, feeling more conflicted than ever.

This woman was extraordinarily attractive, but it was still difficult to ponder how his body craved this lady.

Should it really be considered alright, to suddenly become intimate towards a damn frog?

Such emotions were not straightened out just yet, but they weren't the most important ones either right now. And to push these self-contradictory feelings away, he decided to bring sass into the conversation.

And at the same time, he attempted to shame this wretched kidnapper. "Considering that there are bodies on the other side of the room, I'm guessing you managed to lure a lot of men here."

Afterwards he had to add, "So no, I don't think you'd struggle to get a lover."

"Oh you saw those?" She asked, and became noticeably embarrassed.

"Yes, and I don't want to be one of them." The young man firmly stated, and finally locked eyes with this twisted frog.

Steve noticed that this complexing woman almost became shy. An odd combination to say at least, but no good would likely come out of it.

And she assured such a prediction, by stating. "Too bad, you will probably end up joining them. Or you might not... plenty of experiments have gone wrong already."

Unintentionally, she added an extra detail. "Maybe you'll end up becoming a walking corpse or something, it might be possible."

And then she tightened her grip around the dagger, and tried to reach out and slide it across the young man's chest.

But he began wiggling around as a protest, regardless of how much his wounded back burned in the process. Unsurprisingly, it was enough to stop whatever plan this woman had.

And just now, he noticed that maybe: he got a few too many glimpses of this woman's breasts.

Because he figured out that this protest was not the only thing, which kept this foul inflictor from continuing. His crotch had kept her a foot away as well.

Steve managed to notice such a detail just now, and attained even more motivation to live. Regardless of how barbaric this place was, at least here he had sizable intimate tools, that any man would dream of.

A little amount of people would wish for this tool to be green, but this was still great.

So while the lady got a bit distracted, he began shouting. "What are you experimenting for? I can help you get what you want, if you free me!"

With a bit of irritance painted all across her face, she revealed. "Unlikely. I am seeking advanced and ancient knowledge, it has to do with Alchemy."

Afterwards to unleash some anger, she added. "And well... you seem quite dumb."

But Steve didn't want to give up just yet, especially since his efforts were slightly paying off.

That was why he continued to fight, "How the hell will you get this knowledge out of my chest? I don't think Alchemy works like that."

It was marvelous how he embraced sass, even through such a severe situation. But at least the kidnapper found it amusing, even though she was highly irritated at the same time.

As these sour emotions grew stronger, she unleashed a cuss. "Your dumb-ass can't help me, but another man can... I want to bring that man here in my basement."

The kidnapper had figured out by now, that this test subject will move around a bit too much. Which was why she walked a few feet away, and grabbed a hold of another rusty chain.

As for Steve, he continued to debate. "If some other man can help you, then why are you keeping me here?"

While she tied one end of the chain around the left side of this plank, she thought that it would be a good idea to reveal a bit of information. Because she felt convinced that this man would die regardless.

So a bit casually, she slowly explained. "This man demands a sacrifice. He is a demon who promises knowledge, and I want those forgotten Arcana secrets."

With a firm tone, she also added. "I'll sacrifice all of the men in our country if I have to."

"What if you need to sacrifice a woman? I mean, you failed thirty-five times already." He pointed out, with a taunting smile across his big patty lips.

Steve practically aimed to piss this abuser off. It was easy to figure out that she had goals which far out-matched a sexual attack. There was no reason to spare her mental well-being!

But after she finished tying down this man for good, this wretched lady revealed a piece of the puzzle that was quite dark.

With a smirk across her face, she teased. "This ritual demands that I ride a man's corpse. And you are a man... well, kinda."