I accept the trigger warning.

I spit in the she-orc’s face. “Fuck you! Let me go!”

The she-orc wiped her face and looked at the other she-orcs, some of whom seemed interested in you now.

“That’s one.” The she-orc said threateningly.

I struggled and tugged and yelled, “Help! We’ve been captured!”

A hard blow struck my cheek as the she-orc slapped me. “Shut up. There’s nobody to help you here.”

I wriggled until I was able to roll on to my feet and launched myself at the she-orc’s stomach. Without much effort, the she-orc redirected my shoulders and put me back into a seated position in front of her.

“You are feisty. This could be fun.” The she-orc said.

“I will not be your toy, you green fucking freak!” I spewed my venomous words at her as I continued to struggle to break my bonds.

The she-orc flinched at the words. Something I said triggered in her. “That’s two…”

I smirked at her response. “Oh, that’s two? What happens when I get to ten? How high can your little brain even count? Do you know what ten is? A one and a zero together…”

The she-orc glared. “Your fate is better with me than the alternative…”

Angrily, I struggle, and there’s a pop as I feel the wraps begin to slacken. “Oh is it? I should be your pet after you kidnap us?” I wiggle my arms as the wraps are able to be slid off now.

“I refuse to be your pet, or toy, or whatever!” I get to my feet again, this time my arms free, and I swing hard as I punch the she-orc in the cheek. There is a sickening crunch as the bones in my hand strain and break.

The she-orc reaches out and grabs me by the neck, lifting me to be face to face with her. “That’s three, you little bitch…”

The world begins to fade and my eyes roll back as the neck-hold restricts the blood flow to my brain. As my extremities go limp, I feel a sudden rush as the she-orc flings my limp body effortlessly against the wall.