Struggle for freedom

You and Arya lock eyes and she whispers one word, "help". Anger blinds you. Suddenly your head clears from the blow you received earlier. You struggle with renewed vigor against the ropes binding you in place but to little avail.

"Please stop! " Arya begs. But the men continue their relentless ****. Arya gasps and cries out as one of the men begins to thrust into her.

"She likes us better than her little small dicked friend here. She's a real slut" the bandit with long hair taunts you and kicks your sword into the shallow water nearby. He begins to disrobe.

All of the bandits are now focused on Arya and pay you little to no mind. You realize this is your moment. In your struggle you've managed to loosen the rope just enough to reach the knife hidden in your boot. While the men continue to **** themselves on Arya you work to cut yourself free. After a short time (although Aryas screams made it feel like an eternity) you are completely unbound.

Finally free you now consider your options. Your sword is the best bet to take on four larger adversaries but it lies a short distance away in the river and the element of surprise is crucial. You can't allow Arya's **** to carry on a moment longer so you charge the two closest bandits with your knife alone.

Your first target is the bandit who had the gaul to penetrate Arya (he also happens to be the largest). The bandits notice you too late and you cut his throat easily. You turn immediately to the bandit who has been holding Arya down, launching yourself at him with all your might and knocking him to the ground. He screams as you stab him repeatedly in the chest and face. The other two bandits although naked and unarmed now have time to prepare. The third bandit and his friend with long hair rush to get their weapons.

The third bandit draws his sword out of his scabbard. He realizes he now has the advantage and begins to smile.

"Well, well, well. This little cunts in for a world of pain now ay Merek?" he taunts swinging his sword lazily about as he stalks closer to you. His image would appear almost comical if you weren't terrified and livid at the same time. "I'll handle this little brat," he sneers. You say nothing and instead weigh your odds. It's unlikely you can beat him one on one with only a dagger. While you wager you'd be an even match if you both held broadswords you just don't consider yourself agile or skilled enough with a dagger to take on even an untrained naked opponent. You steel your nerves and prepare to dodge. His first swing you sidestep but you're still too far away to counter attack. He tries again. And again. But still you are too quick for his wide arching swings but too slow to move in for a strike. He begins to become enraged at his lack of success and attacks in quicker sloppier strikes, eventually you see an opportunity and after you duck one of his clumsier swings you step under his sword and slice his leg and bring your blade up to stab his chest. You plunge your blade into his shoulder and allow yourself a short feeling of victory only for him to bring his sword back around. You jump backwards as quickly as you can but he still slices a large cut into your chest and you fall onto your back. The bandit advances quickly, not nearly as cocky now, simply eager to finish the job. He raises his sword in what you're sure will be your **** blow but he pauses. You are unsure why until you see the thin blade Arya was carrying sticking through his neck.

She withdraws the blade and the bandit falls to the ground dead. You glance over at the long haired bandit named Merek. He glances at you, drenched in sweat, breathing hard and covered in the blood of his comrades. Then at Arya whose bloodlust is clear in her eyes and immediately turns and runs away. Arya makes to follow him until she notices that you have collapsed on the ground bleeding. The last thing you see before you fade into unconsciousness is Arya's beautiful tear socked face. And then, nothing.