You wake up.

When you come to the world spins for a bit. The air is unbearably hot and the humidity brings on sheets of sweat. The buzz of insects and strange squawks hang in the air never breaking for a moment of silence. Just about every single part of your body feels sore and you have trouble lifting your head as the world comes into view. Everything is dull shapes at first and your eyes focus gradually. Tts dim and you see thatch held up by carved wooden struts. You try and tilt your head with that taking an astounding amount of effort to see your body. You are covered in bruises all over splotches of your body covered in welts and purplish bruises. Your left leg tightly bound in what looks like a splint made of drift wood and grass. You feel under your hands thin strips of reed that crunch and crinkle under your touch. The only illumination in wherever you are is slits of light that peak through a curtain hanging over a doorway.

You try and push yourself up but that is something you soon find out to be a mistake. The effort sends pain rippling through your battered and broken body, making you gasp loudly a guttural noise of pain rolling out of your mouth. You hear the sound of feet on dirt as the curtain of the doorway is pulled open flooding your weak eyes with light. You see the outline of what could only be the most absurd hourglass figure you have ever seen on a woman.