Go for the knife

Another yelp of pain from Petra draws your focus back to reality. She quietly mutters something that you’re too far away to hear.

I-I can’t let this stand. I’m supposed to be a hero damnit! I’ll be damned if I’m gonna stand by an’ watch an innocent girl be defiled.

The orc pays you no mind as you near his pants. You reach out towards them but your hands come just short.

Damnit! Just a bit farther…

You get on the ground and use your foot to reach it. Grasping the pants with your toes you successfully pull it over to yourself. Your trembling hands reach down and quietly pull the knife from it’s sheathe. Quickly you turn it to yourself and start sawing through your binds, turning your body away from the orc.

Cmon cmon cmon.

Your bindings hit the ground as you manage to free yourself.

Yes! I did it!

Looking back to the orc, he has since stood up still holding Petra. He thrusts into her limp body, intent on using Petra like a fleshlight. A shiver of fear rolls down your spine as you look down at the knife in your hand.

Can I really handle this?

The tent door appears to be open and could be easily used to escape. Then again, if you left Petra’s fate would be sealed. Could you really live with yourself after abandoning your friend?