The Bandits Capture Her

"Right." Said the blond man. "Let's do this properly. Vort, get the rope. Lovely noble, please do not move or we'll fill you full of arrows, and trust me, you would not like that."

"We'll fill you full of other things later, though, and you might like that." Vort laughed like an ox, the sound loud and piercing. Cadmus shot him a look of annoyance, but said nothing. Vrasha did as she was told, holding her place as Vort approached her. She could smell the acrid stink of his body as he came near.

"Do you not bathe?" She snarled at him, but he only chuckled like it was some great joke. He had rope in his hands, thick and heavy, and Vrasha was instructed to hold her arms out. Her fists clenched as she felt the gnarled skin of the rope pressing against her own pale flesh, it felt hairy and rough, and it made her heart beat fast. A thousand thoughts seemed to burn and die in her mind in a second, part of her could not even believe that this was happening at all. Only a few days ago, she'd been at home, with no idea that any of this could ever come to be! Her mind was full of turmoil, panic and terror, yes, as any woman might feel in this situation. But also anger, determination to turn it on its head somehow. As Vort tied the rope around her wrists, she glared at him for a moment, her eyes met his own. His gaze was dull, his eyes were ragged. His muscles were big and strong, but he didn't seem terribly good at much else. He had the look of a man who had long ago given up on anything that didn't bring him satisfaction in the now.

Vrasha grunted as she felt him pull tight, the knot binding her wrists together in front of her. She clenched her hands, opening and closing them, and tired to subtly twist them around, perhaps to tease the knot apart later? But it was good and tight, and she realised that she had no means of escaping.

"Let's take her back to the base." Vort said, grinning at her with a toothy look. "I wanna have some fun with her."

"So long as she is not harmed." Cadmus said. "It wouldn't be worth much of we captured her only for you to ruin the investment, again. If we want to sell on her...ah, services, we need her to look the part. Scars and bruises? Not good for business."

Vort grunted, a little annoyed.

"Fine." He growled. "I'll have my fun some other time...plenty of slaves I suppose. Even if this is the one that I really want."

He looked at her again, his eyes were full of desire that made Vrasha shudder. Her arms pulled against the rope, but she could not break free. Fear rose up in the back of her mind, threatening to swamp and overwhelm her as she started to breath quickly. But she **** it down, relying on her strength of will, she glared at the man and told herself that sooner or later, she would find a way to escape.