You are rescued, sort of.

You cling to the hope that you are still under the affects of the daemon's mind-altering saliva, otherwise you are willingly submitting to his whim. You begin to crawl back to your cage, your body reeking of semen. Just as the daemon closes your cage, you here a deep thud, and the daemon gurgles. He stumbles to the ground, clutching at his back where you see a wooden shaft sticking out. A spear has been thrown nearly clear through the daemon.

The evil beast nearly recovers and stands when a shadowed figure rushes from the cave entrance, and with a flash severs the daemons right arm off. He falls down and stares at you with an empty look as he releases his last breath. You gasp, both in fear and relief. The assailant stands above the corpse, he is clad in studded leather armor, and is armored to the teeth; daggers, swords, and a crossbow. You see movement behind him back at the entrance of the cave as four more armored men enter.

“Looks like you were in tha' right boss! Daemon's been keepin' a couple ladies 'ere!” The man who slew the daemon shouts to his comrades with a thick accent. He is inspecting your cage, and you as well. His eyes seem to scrutinize your body with no regard.

“Told you. It's easy pickings, And no one will be missing them, doubtful anyone even thinks they are alive.” Another man, the apparent leader, chimes in. He casually pulls the spear out of the daemon's back, and wipes the steaming blood off of it.

“Please, let me out of here!” You rattle your cage.

“Leave it to a daemon to have excellent taste in women. Look at these two! Damn!” The man hoot and holler, ignoring your pleas.

One of them kneels down near your cage. “Sorry little lady, but your day just got a little worse. We ain't here to set you free. See they will pay a pretty penny for girls like you down in Ashmore.”

Ashmore. you've heard of that place before. It's a vile city full of black markets, thieves, and slavers. This must be a band of the latter, human traffickers. They intend to take you and Leah there, and sell you to the highest bidder.

Seeing your confused and feared expression the man kneeling in-front of you goes on. “Yeah ladies who are taken by daemons tend to be a little more willing than most, and this type of daemon has a real good habit of finding the sexiest maidens.”

“Quit chattin' the bid up and get those cages onto the cart. It'll be sun-down soon, and we need to get them cleaned up and on the way to make it in time!” The leader commands his men.

It takes two men to lift each cage which creak as they are lifted and carried out of the cave. All you can do is clutch the bars hopelessly as you are loaded onto the back of the bandit's carriage. They toss you and Leah some ragged blankets to shield your naked bodies from the elements. The leader and one other man get onto the front of the carriage, and whip the two horses pulling it into action. The rest of the slavers get on their own horses and follow behind.
Nightfall comes and the slavers pull the cart and horses off the road to rest, but you can't seem to fall asleep. Perhaps it's the uncomfortable cage you are trapped inside, or the looming fear of your inevitable enslavement. Your muddled mind struggles to formulate a plan to escape, but you don't like the few options that you come up with.