Nowhere

You'll be damned if you're going to let this sadistic bastard have his way. You may be tired, dirty, and used but you're not about to let this fat-ass brand you a whore. You **** yourself to stand up. Damn your legs are shaking. Your breasts sag down as you're standing, damn they always make it annoying to run. The silver coin Doneti gave you slides off your body.

He looks at you perplexed and says, "What are ya doin standin," unfortunately for him his question is interrupted by your well placed kick to the rank groin that just fucked you. He yells the most girlish scream you've ever heard from a man then he covers his crotch with his hands and rests on his knees, "Ya fucking whore, I'm going to fucking.."

"I'm not a whore!" You yell and as he attempts to get back as his feet again you kick him forward.

The oaf of a man flies backwards and lands with his rump on the fire he started to prepare your brands. Smoke fills the air as his piss-stained trousers catch on fire and he starts screaming. He rolls over on his side and attempts to put the fire out.

This is your chance. Doneti is obviously too busy dealing with his burning rump to catch up with you should you choose to run or you can try to finish him. Your vision is still red with rage and you're barely holding back now.