You wake up in the dungeons

It takes a long time before your senses come to you, but once they finally do, you are no longer in the reticent acreage of the forest, but in the dungeons. Your body is taunt, arms and legs stretched in an X. This must be dreadfort, you reckon, as you struggle against the bounds that hold you in place, but nothing comes of it.

All of sudden, you can hear footsteps descending down the stairwell, along with a pair of torches that thrust the dungeons into a cold light scheme. The figure places the two torches on separate stands on the wall.

"Good morning there." A female voice utters, the same woman you remember from the woods approaching you with a cocksure grin. She was dressed merely in her undergarments and man´s boots, strolling towards you with a leather bag in her hand. You are short of words as she discards the bag next to you on a wooden table, taking out a sharp knife and twirling it between her fingers as she scrutinizes you.

"No pleads for mercy? Nothing? Well, I guess that will come later." She says, grinning once more as she places several swift cuts across your tunic, undressing you in a careless manner before moving to your pants and hastily slashing through the material of your boots, leaving you bare against the soft breeze.

"Still not begging? By gods..." She remarks, returning to her bag of items, that laid just out of your sight.