She awakened in a thrashing fit, pulling taught the chains that held her to the wall of the cave. Orkz clomped about, grunting and arguing with each other as they divied up the spoils of the assault. In the area closest to her, though, sitting beside a firepit, feasting on the flesh of people she had known her whole life, sat the warlord. He looked at her, his leathery skin spreading into an evil grin, "Now, you b'have, der, poppit. Won' be etin' one sof' 'n pink as you." He stood and walked to her, reaching out now to caress her cheek as his massive face moved within inches of hers. "Ah gots sump'in a lot more fun in mind."