I still need to escape.

Over time I scout farther and farther from camp. I'm able to find a fairly safe rout down the cliff and piece together some simple gear from the scraps King brings home. I imagine it won't stay warm forever (or will it?).

One night he brings home a half empty cask of a sour tasting red wine and the shredded remains of what I can only assume is some bride's dress. He doesn't often drink so he was more sluggish than usual.

It did have to effect of making the creature incredibly horny.

We had to get him off six times before he passed out!

This is sure to be out best be though.

I gather my supplies during the night. Em is cuddled against our captor's side when i go to wake her. I haven't told her that I've planned our escape or tonight, so she's confused ad groggy as she stumbles out of the cave.

We argue. She's scared. We don't know what's out there. Here is at least safe!

I'm not gonna be some kind of breeding cow for that thing!.