No

Leina took the opportunity to move around the creature and sprinted towards the crates. Her plan was to use them as cover and potentially lure the Minotaur into a more confined space where she could use its size against it. But, unfortunately, the Minotaur was not as dim-witted as she had hoped. It anticipated her move and with a powerful lunge, it grabbed her knee mid-run, sending her flying into the air. Her sword slipped from her hand, clanging against the stone floor as she was slammed down hard, the wind knocked out of her.

The Minotaur took a step forward, holding its axe in it’s hand. She tried to roll away as she expected the axe to come down on her while she was on the ground, but instead of feeling the cold embrace of steel, she felt the Minotaur's grip around her neck. It had pinned her down, its strength pressing against her, making her feel insignificant beneath its weight. The creature's eyes burned with rage, and she could see the malicious intent in its gaze as it let go of her and started stomping on her.

Leina's armor creaked and bent under the Minotaur's relentless stomping, each blow pushing her closer to unconsciousness. Her vision swam as the pain from her crushing chest and throbbing head grew unbearable. Her limbs felt like they were on fire, and she couldn't even scream. The room grew darker, and she knew that if she didn't do something soon, she would never leave this dungeon alive as she closed her eyes as she passed out from the pain.

Sometime later, Leina woke up with a jolt, gasping for air. The weight on her chest was gone, and she felt cool stone under her bare skin. She opened her eyes to see that she had been stripped of her armor and clothing, leaving her utterly exposed. The Minotaur was standing in front of her, its monstrous cock fully erect and pointing at her like an accusation. It had discarded its loincloth, revealing the full extent of its beastly arousal. The creature's eyes were no longer filled with rage but with a twisted, lustful hunger.