Attack recklessly.

You can’t just leave the women to these beasts! It goes against everything you believe in as a Sister of the Burning Rose, as well as all honour and decency. Ashamed that you even considered it, you draw your sword and charge forward with a warcry.

The goblins panic at the sudden appearance of an armed warrior in their midst. They’d cast their weapons aside in preparation for an evening’s debauchery, and now they desperately struggle to arm themselves. You feel a fierce glee as you run towards them. You should be able to cut down two, maybe even three of them before they can effectively resist. After that, the remainder should be easy to defeat.

Suddenly, you hear a loud SNAP, and the world turns upside-down. Too late you remember that goblins, while not the smartest of creatures, are very cunning. You’ve just charged into a crude but effective snare trap, and are now dangling in mid-air by one leg, from a rope slung over a tree branch. Worse, you have lost your grip on your weapon.

The goblins watch you cautiously, but as soon as they see how helpless you are they approach, cackling to each other. Two of them grab your arms, ignoring your struggles to hold them off, and tie your hands behind your back. A third tears open your shirt, letting your breasts dangle freely.

Smirking, it begins to fondle your bosom, squeezing your soft flesh and tugging at your nipples. The feeling of its rough, clawed hands seems almost exciting – but no, that must be the blood rushing to your head.

The fat goblin snarls something in their guttural language, and one of his companions draws a knife. For a moment you fear for your life, but he simply cuts the rope, dropping you to the ground. The goblins drag you over to join Tessa and Ruby. You realise your shameful wish to find out what they would do with their captives is about to be fulfilled, although hardly as you’d have hoped…