We don't seem to go far.

We don't go far at all. I think they just used some hidden way to get down and brought us to the cave entrance we were looking at. I can't help but go back and pour over every decision that landed us here in a damp cave, half naked with bags over our heads. The bags seemed unnecessary we were clearly lost and wouldn't be able to find our way. It did scare the everliving shit out of me, so there's that.

I can feel heat and smell a fire. I'm grateful for at least that. I thought my nipples were gonna freeze off out there! My face is still covered when Hammer drops me without warning. My shoulder breaks my fall for the most part. I manage to roll forward and bang my face pretty hard anyway. Warm blood drips from my nose.

"What to do with you. What to do." I can sense the Captain pacing in front of me. "Do I kill you? Do I fuck you? Do I fuck you then kill you?" These don't sound like real questions to me. He knew what he was going to do to me the moment we locked eyes. He's putting a show on for his men. They eat it up.

"Bring me this one." He rolls me onto my back with his boot. "The squealer's to share!"

Over rowdy cheers and what sounded like a broken bottle, the Captain shouts, "Try not to kill her tonight though!" There's some more bottle smashing, more than one man squealing like a pig, and suddenly I can see. One of the men grabs the rope binding my arms to my chest and sits me up. He pulls the bag off.

The dim firelight is blinding. We're in some cave. Emma is still bound and hooded next to me. I can hear her whimpering. In addition to the bandits who brought us in, there's one relatively small man lurking around. I'd say man, but again I'm not entirely sure. He doesn't sit still long enough to tell, but maybe a goblin.

The man with Emma's frilly drawers on his head is the one holding me up. He grabs my tightly, one hand griping my jaw, the other with a fistful of my hair and lifts my face.