Oddly enough, neither

"When I get out of this", you think to yourself, "I'm taking up knot-tying."

It feels like it's been at least an hour, and still the ropes refuse to yield. So far the only thing you have to show for your efforts are bruised wrists. Other than that single squirrel, there's been no movement, almost as if whatever dwells within the forest is avoiding this spot for some reason.

At least your arousal has abated, if only due to the sheer cold of the air around you. Again you curse the peasant woman, you should have known those smelly little people couldn't be trusted. They've robbed you of your clothes, weapons, and even your ****!

In a fit of outrage, you thrash violently, your naked flesh smacking against the harsh bark of the tree you're bound to. But what happened next was something you weren't prepared for.

The tree moved.

An eerie groan rumbles through the thick trunk, causing your body to tremble. With slow but steady movements, two of the tree's largest limbs begin to move outwards, as if stretching very weary muscles. A strange sound echoes through the landscape, sounding like the howling of the wind through the trees. It takes you a few seconds to realize it is in fact a yawn. From your position, it's hard to see exactly what's going on, but one thing is certain, you've woken something very large from it's slumber.

"Well now, what have we here?" Slow but powerful, the creature's voice seems to cause the earth itself it shake, but that may only be because you're tied to it. Suddenly you become all too aware of your situation: A monster huntress tied to a monster! What if tries to take some sick sort of ****?

"Hmmm?" Again your body is **** to endure the vibrations of your new companion's deep voice, and it's not an unpleasant sensation. Before your mind can delve anywhere moist, you realize that this thing is asking you a question. You've got to tell it something...