Beg them to let you go

"Please," you say. "Please don't do this."

"Did you hear that, Mel?" Amos asks, staring at you with wide eyes. "He talked! I didn't know humans could talk. Say something else!"

"Let me go," you say. "I was captured by the evil sorcerer and am being held here against my will."

"Wow, he's got quite a vocabulary," Mel says, but he doesn't let you go.

"Sorry, human," Amos says, speaking slowly, as though he were talking to a child. "We promised the sorcerer that we would have some fun with you."

"And what did he promise you?" you ask. "And what do you mean, you didn't know humans could talk? The sorcerer is a human."

Amos exchanges a look with Mel, a frown shadowing his dark eyes. "The sorcerer is a satyr, like us," he says. "He promised that we could be together, in a land far from here."

"How is that a reward?"

"You see, human," Mel says, "we are from different clans. I am a mountain satyr, while Amos is a forest satyr."

"We met by chance at the river between our clans' territories," Amos says. Suddenly, he looks embarrassed. "It is forbidden for males to become mates, and even worse to choose a mate from another clan. If our people find out, it will be war, and many will die. We can't allow that. If we do not fulfill our end of the bargain, the sorcerer will send us home, and we will be **** to never see each other again."