The goblin grabs you by the hair, dragging you through mud and filth back to the village in a humiliating procession with dirt covering your body.

The chief awaits with disappointment. At his signal, your captor throws you into the beast pens, home to horses and wargs.

This becomes your new existence:
• Stripped of clothes and dignity, you live as a beast of burden
• You are always in filth, hay, and rotting warg-meat
• Drink from a filthy animal waterer as other mounts
• On freezing nights, you cuddle against wargs for survival
• By day, you pull carts under a goblin driver's whip
• The chief ensures you will never escape again. A goblin always rides atop your transport cart.

You can't accept this degradation... but it's better than death. Isn't it?

THE END
Bad Ending: Beast of Burden

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Task: Strip naked and crawl on the floor for 5 minutes, imagining goblins jeering, then drink water from a bowl on the floor like an animal. Spend 10 minutes bound with rope around your wrists and ankles, wearing nipple clamps, dragging a heavy object (such as a backpack full of books) behind you while moaning after receiving 20 whips on each buttcheeks (40 whips in total). Finish by ending up lying on a pile of dirty blankets, shivering and panting, whispering, "Better than death... better than death..."