Anybody but the traitor.

Sophiana stared at Lord Koran, livid with harted, a harted as pure and deadly as steel. "I'd rather die before I'd succumb to a traitor's whims." Furiously she spat at him.

She caught him by surprise and scored a clear hit to his face. Koran jumped up as the barbarian chief roared with laughter. Within a split secont, Koran had his sword out. His face was red with anger.

"You'll pay for that, Sophiana!"

She stepped back, aware she was looking at the last moment in her life. Koran jumped forward, but all of sudden the towering barbarian stood in his path, his own broadsword drawn and ready to take blood.

"Stop! She's mine!"

Koran stopped, his eye beaming with rage. The look he cast at Zorolf was far from a friendly one. But then, he shrugged and laughed. It was a false, acted laughter.

"Well, well, my dear. It's your decision. I'll think of you as my good friend Zorolf and his son fuck you senseless, while I have your mother in the silks of my bed."

"One day you'll pay for your treason," Sophiana hissed back.

SMACK!

She didnt even see the blow coming, that sent her down to the floor, her cheek burning with incredible pain.

"Shut your mouth, ****!" Zorolf thundered. "You speak only when you've been ordered to!"

Sophiana stared at the big brute. He was huge, muscular to no end, and his face was a mask of ferocity and ****. And all of sudden she wasn't quite sure at all, whether her choice hadn't been a really stupid one.