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Chapter 9 by cphi cphi

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No th...no...n....*yawn*

{if Corruption > 40
}You sigh. "Tempting..." you have to stop to cover a yawm. You realize that you're thoroughly exhausted. Adrenaline and hormones are fading from your system, and you are crashing rapidly. I'll have to....rest...after.... {else
}You shudder. "No...thank..." you pause to cover a yawn. You realize, to your dismay, that you are quite exhausted. Adrenaline was carrying through the... intercourse, but now you're crashing. As..as soon as they leave... you yawn again, trying to clench your jaw to stop it. {endif
}"Oh...you poor thing..." Rey takes a step towards you. "You look as though you're unable to stand. And it's getting dark..."
"I'll....I'll be fine..." You try to crawl backwards, away from Rey and towards your clothing and equipment. As you turn to grab for your sword, Rey's boot plants itself in your back. In your exhausted state, you are pinned to the ground quite easily. "Let me go! We had a deal....."
"You should come with us... you're clearly in need of some rest, and this is no country to be out alone in by night." His knee digs into the small of your back, an your hands are pulled behind you. You have no strength to resist him as your wrists are tied with rope and a burlap bag is fitted over your head. You try to scream, but exhaustion and the bag make it a futile effort. You are being picked up, slung over Rey's shoulder. You can hear Rey's men laughing as they enter the hollow. You kick feebly, but one of the men catches your legs and ties your knees together.
"Now, now, lass! Yer gon' be ar guest for the night. You b'have, now." A sharp smack on your ass produces a yelp from your throat.
"Sorry about the bag, my little slut, but we can't have you knowing the way to our hideout, can we?"
You realize there's no use. You have no energy to struggle, and it's unlikely you'd be able to get free even at your full strength. With a strangled cry, you fall into a kind of half-stupor as you're carried off. When your consciousness fades, you are grateful to be spared any more descriptions of the bandits' "hospitality."

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