8. No

Try as she might, she can’t do anything to get her legs free so she can run. She’ll have to hope they untie her at some point.

They dine next to her, not offering their captive any of their food. They laugh and joke and soon the conversation turns to what they’d like to do to Malene.

“I bet she’s one of those virgin elves.” One says.

“This deep in the forest? They’ve always been taken by now.”

The first huntsman stands and grabs Malene’s ankles. He bends her in half, putting her pussy on display. With his fingers, he parts her lips to examine her entrance.

“It is our lucky day Harun. She’s untouched.”

“No shit.” The other man stands and looks over his friend’s shoulder. “Sure enough.”

“We could be her first.”

“Or we could sell her. A virgin will get a pretty penny from the slavers.”

Malene’s eyes go wide. On the one hand she doesn’t want to risk losing her virtue now but on the other hand being turned over to the slavers would mean certain exile from the Glade.