An army

For the first time in days the submissive persona you created recedes. Fragments of your Humanity come back to you as a new hope sparks within you. The desire for your freedom comes crashing onto you and you find yourself praying to all the gods you know that you could be saved.

The sound outside grows closer and louder by the second. You hear screams and shouts, metal clanging from swords. Humans shouting in triump and wugs howling in pain as they die.

You try to puzzle out who is winning but the answer reveals itself to you. A line of knights charge down and break through the mud walls of the Barn. The wet mud proving useless against the huge warhammers wielded by some of the men. The wugs in the room shoot poison darts at the knights but their armor blocks all the projectiles. They run down the chamber killing every wug they see.

A part of you feel despair at their deaths but your growing lucidity burns through the small amount of despair as you remember what they did to you and all the women in the chamber.

When the battle is over and all the wugs dead, a group of robed men and women come into the destroyed building. You can see pity in their eyes as they free you and the other women from the stocks. Free for the first time in days you almost collapse under your own weight when freed but a knight and a female priest life you up. You can see them having more trouble with the women who's been captured longer, their bloated stomach and empty minds not helping the situation.

But you and others who managed to keep their minds just cried in happiness as you were freed. Your carriers help you across the swamp until you see a road with several wagons waiting. They put you down gently in one of the wagons and you fall asleep exhausted from the walk.