Hours go by and the sun is down, now replaced with the moon, when they finally stop. "This is a good place." The leader croons, looking to you. You scowl, angry. You jump off the Warg and cross your arms, wishing you had your dagger.
He slides of his Orc and the rest follow, staring at you menacingly. The leader steps towards you and you back up into a rock. You swallow as he reaches out to take your face. He grabs your jaw, his sharp finger nails digging into your skin, drawing blood. You grimace and blink away tears. He grins and squeezes tighter, making you gasp. He laughs and turns to his men, his hold still on you. "Let's break her!" He yells. The Orcs let out yells and cheers, making fear and hysteria strike you.
