He hasn't earned your fealty!

You are young, and you are new to the world. But your mind is filled with the philosophy of your people. He may have imprinted himself as a master in your mind...but he has not earned it. You have not seen him in battle, you haven't seen his strength. To you, he is unproven...as you are. You are eye level to him, as you are in experience. He will have to show he is stronger if he is to give you any orders.

Clenching your mighty fists, you gritted your teeth as a red, blinding rage came upon your vision and mind. Roaring, you charged forward, ready to give a mean right hook right in that ugly face plate of this bastard's! But, you only managed two steps before you were stopped.

In a flash, the dark lord had his hand around your throat. Your neck was a bit too thick to do so, but you imagined some sort of dark magic nonsense was in the work. How odd, usually your race were resistant against all kinds of magic...his magic must seriously be powerful to accomplish this.

Maybe you should rethink your boundaries.

"How pitiful..." Your master says as he easily lifts you up off of that ground, "I think you would have been a perfect addition...maybe Orcs are too spirited for this sort of position. Oh well."

The last thing you hear is the sound of bones being destroyed, and the last thing you feel is your neck collapsing on itself. A state of nothingness and darkness have become your companion once again.