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Zoriah led Callum through a door and into a dark corridor where she signaled for him to stop and listened.

"This is strange," she whispered. "There is no noise coming from the guards room. We'd better be careful."

The two of them snuck a bit further when suddenly a man materialised at the end of the corridor. They froze and tried to hide behind a pile of old crates.

"Well well, how touching!" the man said.

It was the same voice that Callum had heard in Zoriah's suite.

"You can come out of there, and don't try anything funny. You are outnumbered and you have nowhere to escape!"

Several bandits showed up in the corridor in front of them. Callum growled, realising that there really was no escape. If only he had his sword!

"Vargo... how...?" Zoriah said.

The bandit Vargo walked up to them and with a vicious grin across his face. "You see Zoriah, after your weak performance tonight I decided to test your loyalty. And sadly I was right to do so. Treacherous whore!"

Vargo slapped Zoriah across her beautiful face. Callum rushed him, ready to strangle the bastard but he was met by multiple blades and had to stop.

"Chain him up again boys, and keep a few guards with him through the night! And bring the whore to the guards room and clear the table, we'll have some fun with her tonight. Don't go too hard on her though, she has to look good at the **** auction tomorrow!"

Callum screamed at the top of his lungs as he was dragged by many bandits back to his confinements.

"By the gods, I swear I will come back and rip your heart out!!!"

Zoriah remained calm and silent as she resigned to her fate and was led away by the grinning bandits.

Callum was soon back in chains. With despair he awaited the sunrise and listened to Zoriahs moans as Vargo and his men had their way with her throughout the night.