Out of the fire...

Blinking awake you can feel a huge hand holding you by both legs, as you regain your senses it becomes apparent that you are being carried on the shoulder of someone with a thick muscled torso, as you are looking down its bare furry back, who is over 9' tall. A gag is in your mouth, and your hands are tied tightly behind your back. Wriggling to try to get free only rewards you with a hard slap on your bare ass, the sting something you aren't eager to feel again, so you go back to being the silent captive. Nearly a half hour passes as you walk down a thin worn dirt path through a dense decaying forest till your captor stops and you hear a heavy door open. Your captors footsteps sound like those of a horse as he enters the wooden building.

A gruff billowing voice calls out as he sets down some heavy belongs, "Woman, get some water in the pot, I have meat for the stew." Your eyes widen in fear as you are carried into a kitchen and deposited on a heavy wooden table. Dinner prep begins with a huge sharp knife as your head is shaved of all of your lovely hair. He then takes a leather strap and binds your ankles together, then uses that to hoist you into the air and moves you in position over a large wooden bucket. That huge knife then comes closer and closer to your tender throat.

"We need more wood for the fire." You hear a woman's voice yell suddenly, staying his hand for a second.

"One minute." Your soon to be murderer calls back.

"No, I'm not eating spoiled meat, you get this fire hot before you bleed her out."

"Harrumph." The knife is slammed down in anger. "Fine." As he walks away you get to see he has the head of a huge bull.

The door slams shut and you try with all your might to wiggle free when you hear the scraping sound of the knife on wood. Suddenly your hands are cut free, and a moment later your legs. Sadly this causes you to crash to the floor, but you are a bit happily surprised as you catch yourself with your hands and with practiced ease you do a quick tuck and roll and are on your feet in a flash. A light blue skinned woman of so intense beauty that for an instant you are sure looking at her will cause your heart to stop beating stands in front of you, the heavy knife in her hand. "Go, quickly before he gets back." She tosses you the knife. You catch it, but must admit it is more machete than knife in your small hands.

"What about you?" You ask the incredible beauty in front of you, her perfect body almost visible under her long white dress.

"No, I must stay, the Minotaur holds my soul in the pack on his belt, if I leave without it he will tear it up and I will die. Now go there isn't much time." She pushes you to a window in the back of the hut. "Go."