Go Out And Look For Dagul's Tent

I feel the rage burning like wildfire within me. Dagul must pay for what he did to me. I swore I would avenge my people, and it starts with him. I dismiss Andin, assuring him I'm okay.

"Are you sure?" he asks, giving me a worried look.

I snap back, my voice like ice, "I'm fine!"

He seems taken aback by my response, clearly feeling the intensity of my anger.

"Please, m'lady, don't do anything stupid..." he pleads.

I turn and walk away, feeling a pang of guilt for treating him poorly when he only offered to help. But nothing matters now except getting my **** on Dagul.

I make my way through the city, towards its gates, asking around until I finally spot Dagul's tent. It's a large, circular tent made of fur, towering over the smaller surrounding tents. Dagul is sitting by his tent, still holding my scraps of clothing and sword. He notices me approaching, but remains sitting, unperturbed by my presence.

I climb the small hill, reaching his tent, and walk towards him. My anger from the previous humiliation boils over. "You scumbag!" I shout. "I could have killed you if it were a real fight!"

Dagul slowly turns to face me, listening but not replying.

"You dishonorable piece of shit, how dare you? I should kill you for what you've done!" I seethe.

He looks at me with a calm, unnerving gaze, still not saying a word.

"Well, don't you have anything to say?" I ask, a bit confused. I expected some sort of reply—an excuse, a taunt, even a straightforward fight—but his attitude, as if I'm nothing, is unnerving.

"Fight me now, here, without anyone stopping me from killing you like the coward you are. Or are you afraid?" I challenge him.

Suddenly, Dagul slowly rises, his tall, masculine figure looming over me. "You got what you deserved, and also what you wanted," he rumbles.

"What? How dare you? I'll show you what YOU deserve!" I reply, my anger boiling over.

"You come here, all angry and shouting, throwing threats—but deep inside, you're just a slut who enjoys a strong orc dominating her, like so many other women. You didn't come here for ****—you came here to get some more cock, like I knew you would! Kneel and beg me to fuck you to oblivion, slut!" he taunts.

I'm taken aback by his words, feeling an intense urge to lunge at him immediately. Yet, I also feel an unwanted arousal from his degradation. The memory of Dagul taking me on the battle ring floor, while everyone watched, flashes through my mind.