Mom POV

The rough texture of the wooden cage bites into my skin as I shift, trying to find a more comfortable position. The cage sways gently, suspended from a tree, and below me, three orcs are gathered around a fire, grilling what looks like a bear. The smell of cooking meat makes my stomach churn with hunger, but fear overshadows the gnawing emptiness in my belly.

I’m so thirsty, my lips are cracked and dry, and every swallow feels like sandpaper scraping down my throat. The exhaustion is bone-deep, but it's the worry that weighs heaviest on me, a constant, unrelenting ache in my heart.

"Please," I whisper, though I know no one can hear me. "Please let my kids be safe."

I think of John, my brave, stubborn son, and Kylie, my sweet, innocent little girl. They're my whole world, and the thought of them being in danger is more terrifying than anything the orcs could do to me. I close my eyes, picturing their faces, wishing with all my heart that I could hold them, protect them.

A tear slips down my cheek, and I brush it away angrily. I need to be strong, to hold on to hope, but it’s so hard. The regrets flood my mind, each one a fresh stab of pain. I regret that I couldn’t mend the relationship between John and Kylie before we got separated, that I couldn’t soothe my son’s troubled heart.

"John," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "I’m so sorry. I should have been there for you more. I should have done better."

The sound of the orcs’ laughter cuts through my thoughts, sharp and cruel. I open my eyes to see them looking up at me, their expressions lecherous and predatory. One of them points at me, and they start to move closer, their eyes raking over my body.

“Look at her,” one of them growls, his gaze lingering on my curves. “Such a pretty thing. Imagine what we could do to her.”

Another orc grins, revealing sharp, yellowed teeth. “We could have some real fun. She wouldn’t last long.”

Fear spikes through me, sharp and cold. I press myself against the back of the cage, trying to make myself as small as possible. I shiver, trying to block out their presence, focusing instead on the hope that John will come for me. I know he will. He’s strong and determined, just like his father was.

“Think she’d scream?” one of them asks, his voice a low, disgusting drawl. “Bet she would. Bet she’d beg for mercy.”

My heart races, and I feel the bile rise in my throat. I want to scream, to fight, but the cage is too strong, and I’m too weak. The thought of what they might do to me is almost too much to bear. And I'm scared Kylie might be in the same situation too.

“I love you both so much,” I whisper again, my voice trembling. “Stay safe. Please, stay safe.”

One of the orcs starts to unbuckle his belt, his eyes never leaving mine. “Thirsty, huh?” he taunts, letting his monstruous cock drop to the ground. “We can help with that.”

I can’t look away. My eyes are drawn to the grotesque sight of his dick, ridiculously large and menacing. The sheer size of it makes my breath catch in my throat. If that thing got inside me, it would definitely break me. The fear intensifies, a cold, sharp blade twisting in my gut.

The other orcs laugh again, the sound echoing through the forest, and I hear the rustle of fabric as they take off their pants.

The orc who spoke earlier starts to stroke himself, his eyes gleaming with cruel delight. “Come on, pretty thing,” he says. “You know you want it.”

My heart pounds in my chest, and I press myself harder against the back of the cage, **** to put any distance between us. The other orcs join in, taunting and jeering as they start jerking their shafts to erection.

Then, with a sickening creak, one of them opens the cage.

Panic surges through me, and I scramble back, but there’s nowhere to go. The orc steps inside, his grin widening as he reaches for me. I can see the twisted pleasure in his eyes, and for a moment, despair threatens to overwhelm me. What can I do? If I fight back what's gonna happen to me ? Should I just let them finish quick and be done with it?