A dagger in your side

In shock you sit up and look down at yourself. A dagger sticks out of your side and blood begins to seep through your cotton shirt. Looking to the bandit you notice his empty scabbard nearby where his hands were resting above his head.

That fuck! He stuck me while I wasn’t lookin’.

You wince and gasp out in pain as he pulls the dagger out of your side. He pushes you off him and uses the dagger to cut his restraints. You grip your wound as you hold back the urge to cry in pain.

The man kneels over you. “Since you seem to want to know so much about me, I’ll tell you this. I just came to your camp looking for some coin. But now I’m gonna fuck you. How’s that sound?”

What! No!

You groan out in pain, unable to muster words.

“Alright then we’re in agreeance, c’mere.”

Cold steel presses against your skin as he slips his blade beneath your shirt. He uses his dagger to cut the stained cotton shirt off your body. He drags you to your bedroll, laying your blood soaked body upon it.

N-not now, not like this. Someone… please help me.