Wake up to an unknown place

Your eyes open to the sight of orange sunlight pouring through some gaps in a wooden wall. You aren’t sure if it’s dawn or dusk. As your senses return, you bolt up with a gasp. “Oh, no! I forgot to milk the cows!” you say to yourself. “The landlady is going to kill me!”

However, as you take in your surrounding and your current state, you realize where you really are. You are naked in a dingy wooden shack. The only thing within the gloomy building is a patch of hay beneath you, a dish full of stale food, and a metal stake in the ground to which one of your legs is tied to.

You shake in fear as you wrap your arms across your chest and hold your shoulders. You rub them to try and comfort yourself, but instead you feel a crusty film across them. A gasp escapes you and you immediately reach between your legs, and dip your fingertips between your folds. You pull them out to inspect them. Your heart skips a beat to find a foul white substance covering them.

“No… No…” you say as the truth of your situation dawns on you. It wasn’t just a nightmare. The orcs, the goblins—they were all real. You were really violated by those creatures. And worst yet, you remember enjoying it. “This can’t be…”

You feel like crying at your current predicament, but you try and stay strong. You look to the rope keeping you from escaping. You pull on it to test its strength, but find it fairly well built. You have to find a way out of here before someone comes back.

Your eyes dart around the room. There is so little for you to help yourself with. All you have is the plate of food and a plank of rotting wood beside you. You wonder if you can pull the stake out with enough strength, or even slip your foot out of the rope.