A plan

Your mind races. And then, all of a sudden, a solution comes to you. It’s not a good solution, but it’s better than the alternative.

“Seems a waste,” you say as you take the sword.

“What?” Nautilex hisses. “**** are we, human? Perhaps you still hoping to be a hero? Hoping to save this girl?”

“Hardly,” you growl. “It’s just I haven’t had a chance to fuck the bitch yet.”

The lizard-man’s eyes narrow suspiciously, but you hear approving laughter from his followers.

“I mean,” you continue, “the main reason I put up with this druid cunt trailing around after me is I was hoping to get under her skirts. I think she’s a virgin, and I was planning to be the first into her red-thatched cunny and her hot little ass. So at least let me **** her before I kill her.”

The evil soldiers cheer at the sentiment, leering in agreement. Ceinwyn, meanwhile, recoils at each of your harsh words as if they’re a physical blow. You try to catch her eye, to find some way to signal to her that this is a bluff, but she doesn’t seem to realise – either that, or she’s a good actress.

Meanwhile, Nautilex still doesn’t seem convinced, so you continue. “Maybe if I do a good enough job breaking the bitch there’ll be no need to kill her. After all, once she’s been shown she’s a cheap whore she might be useful. I’m sure your army can always use another cum dump.”

This again raises a cheer. Nautilex considers your proposal for a long, tense moment. Then he laughs, a sound like a rusty blade being sharpened. “Very well. Enjoy her. If I’m impressed I may spare her life to serve my men – or even sample her myself. If not… then you’ll kill her. Go to it.”

He gestures to the guards holding Ceinwyn, and they drop her. There’s a confused pause, and then you realise with horror he expects you to take her here, and will not allow you to flee somewhere private as you’d hoped.