Oh fuck

It wasn’t 10 minutes before his captor stepped out of the underbrush. Her hair is long and braided, her clothes tribal - her chest armor was plated in metal and leather, lined with animal fur. A horned skull was encased on her right shoulder, giving her a warrior’s appearance. At her waist was a broadsword which glimmered brightly.

She was attractive, yet brutish looking. Her skin was light green, as two tusks protruded from her lower jaw.

“O-oh! Thank God you’re here!” Adam sounded relieved, praying to sweet God almighty she wasn’t the one who set up the tripwire which led him into this mess. “Just- ah- found myself in a bit of a pickle, heh.” His voice gave way to a tinge of fear. His eyes locked on the green skinned woman’s massive broadsword safely locked against her hips… for now.

Click.

Or not.

The woman unsheathed her blade and swung the sword in a sideways sweep. “Aaahhh!” Adam yelled briefly before he felt the weight of the hemp net freefall beneath him. He was sent tumbling down… and into the green skinned woman’s arms.

“...” Adam glared at her.

“...” She glared back.

“YOU HUSBAND NOW.” She bellowed in a harsh, commanding tone. Without saying another word, she slung Adam over her left shoulder. He gave a weak tug against the green skinned woman’s shoulder, only to be met with a tighter, almost suffocating grasp.

“NO.” Is all she said.

30 minutes later, despite his attempts to wrestle free of her grasp, Adam slung over her shoulder like a dead fish, bored.

“So, uh, what’s your name?” He asked, his voice deadpan.

“GHORZA KHARZUG GONK.” She spat out, eyes scanning the forest for potential threats. Her inherently loud voice scaring off a few tiny fairy girls who happened to be nearby.

“Uh, what?”

Ghorza ignored him. “YOU?”

“Adam Hudson…” he replied carefully. God, she sounded so angry all the time. He watched his tone, which - he hated admitting - sounded submissive.

“GOOD. NOW I GHORZA KHARZUG HUDSON.”

Oh bother…

Peering in the distance, she pointed at a cave nearby. "HOME."