To the right

Trying to calm your still terrified nerves you carefully listen down the hallway behind you and are relieved that no one seems to be following you. The melodic singing on the way forward brings a shiver down your spine, for anyone so pleased to be in this hellish place is no one you wish to meet. Starting to head down the quiet, and thus the most likely safe path to the left, you are stopped in your tracks by another tormented wail from the right.

With closed eyes and clenched fists you mutter a brief prayer to the gods and turn about and head towards the cries of distress. You are no warrior, nor do you consider yourself brave, but you could only imagine if you were in the place of the woman crying out, you would want someone to help you.

As quietly as you can you crawl pass several cell doors that line the hallway and peer into a small room that lays before you. Inside, you see a small orc, at least for his kind, but still much larger than yourself, who is hovering menacingly over a table of a bound, naked, plump, middle aged, woman, who appears to be the wife of the town baker, and is shrieking in fright. On a smaller table near you are various implements of ****, including a club.

All your inclinations are to leave the poor woman to her fate and save yourself, but you muster what little courage you have and sneak into the room, taking the club from the table. Getting close enough you rush the monster and swing as violently as you can at the monster's head.