I wake up chained to a post.

There's a collar around my neck.

The masked man sits in front of me. He's a large scarred up man with a green tint to his skin. "Dont think im pretty??" He asks when he sees me cringe.

"Please she could die out there!"

He slaps me with his backhand. "You could die in here. You likely will in fact!"

I notice a girl whimpering under his throne. She's crammed into a cage, the kind you might keep a dog in.

"She's going to wish she were dead soon enough." He kicks the cage.

She's to be sold to slavers tomorrow. he had to keep her in the box -for her own protection he tells me. The crew would have torn her apart.

"Now that we have you..." He trails off.

"Actually you choose." He leans all the way forward, almost out of the throne. I'm confused and don't respond.

I can tell he's irritated.

"You seen skilled. You'd fetch a good price. I can keep you out here and fuck you for the night. Let the men use you. Then let you loose in the woods . . . she gets life in the box though. No release. Well not literally, but I will sell her to slavers." The young girl begins to sob. "OR you climb in the cage. You are the ****. You've ot to watch as we fuck her and let her go. Maybe she'll find your little friend... if she hasn't be eaten by anything."