Page 4 of Lost to the Orcs

I shudder. “No. I was just afraid you guys would leave me.” He nods as if that makes sense. Honestly, whether they leave me or not at this point doesn’t matter. Whether they take me along or leave me I’m going to starve. Or as the man earlier stated, I’ll end up whoring myself out for food. I shiver in disgust. If the people are as bad as these men, What am I going to do in this town?Fuck.

CHAPTER FOUR: HER

U’snar

All is quiet. All are asleep. Except 'he phase watch. Only, he is sitting taking swigs from a bottle. His eyes staring int' 'he flame. Lost. My lips curl in a show of disgust. But I do no' growl like I want. I do naught but step out of 'he trees an' ont' 'he well worn path that they follow between 'he trees.

I take off my cape an' walk t' wards 'he human female curled on her side in 'he dirt. One arm is bent beneath her head. While 'he other is clutched closely t' her body. Her knees are pulled up tight t' 'he rest of her t' conserve 'he warmth of her core.

I swallow 'he snarl at her treatment.

It has been days of following them. I veered off from my course when I saw her. Arguing with one of 'he males. Telling him t' take his cock an' shove it in his friends ass if he wants a partner so badly. I followed that day, determined t' move on during 'he phase when they were all asleep, when I saw 'he further treatment of 'he female.

I knew, I couldnae leave her. I could hear their whispered intent. Starve her until she begs for food. For anything they weel give her.

But I couldnae steal her away. No' with 'he town they are headed t'. We have enough shit from 'he few human communities as it is.

I place 'he cape about her shoulders. Wrapping her inwarmth. “Mmmm.” She hums. Her voice soft with sleep. She clutches 'he cape around her. Breathing in my scent. She sighs. Her body no longer shivering in 'he cold.

I too release a sigh. I tense, every time, afraid she’ll wake up an' scream. That she’ll fear me.

I want her t' accept me. Us. Especially, because she is what she is. I wanted her before. Before I knew. But now that I know her scent, her words, her sass? I weel do anything t' keep her.

I sit a small ways from her body. Waiting for 'he light of Solist t' give a hint of brightness t' ouer skies for me t' stand' up an' walk back t' 'he forest.

I watch her wake up. Slow. Relaxed. Cozy in my care. My chest constricts as I watch her sit up. Eyes droopy an' slumberous. She clutches my cape t' her body. Taking in deep breaths before she sighs. She folds it an' looks longingly at it before escaping int' 'he forest t' relieve herself.

With her gone, I pick up my cape, now scented by 'he both of ouer bodies. Placing a leaf an' some foraged items, nut meat, berries, an' edible fungus. I step back int' 'he shadows just as she exits them in a rush. Hoping t' catch me. But alas, she is still too late.

CHAPTER FIVE: CHASED

We don’t stop for the night until well after dark. It’s bitterly cold and the men said I couldn’t sleep next to the fire unless I ‘give them a hand’. They really don’t know any other term. But I’d rather freeze to death. The medic can’t do much as he’s outnumbered and he knows, if he does help out, he’ll be either abandoned or given less pay. As he informed me while walking.

I try to clear an area on the ground of any twigs and leaves before laying my aching body down. Oh, this is going to be the longest few days of my life. Fucking hell.

I fall into a fitful half sleep until I feel someone lay a blanket on top of me. It smells like the earth and pine. It’s warm. Like someone had been using it just moments before.

I wake up nearly at dawn to go take care of business. When I come back there’s a leaf of food in place of the cloak. Looking at the men, I see them all asleep. I squint at the medic, but he too is asleep. Or pretending to be. The food is just stuff that can be foraged from the forest around us. I shrug and eat. The nuts are earthy but sweet, whereas the mushrooms are savory. I eat every bite by the time everyone wakes up and packs to leave.

This continues for three days. If I didn’t know better, I’d think Iwere being taken care of by one of these men. But the crude way the men still talk to me and the aloof way the medic acts. I have no idea who it could be. Every night, someone gives me that warm cloak and every morning, they take it during my morning bathroom break and in its place is a leaf or bark with some nuts and mushrooms. Occasionally, I’ll find a piece of fruit.

Today is day four and the men have been watching me intently. I guess they’re wondering why I’m not crying and complaining. Maybe it is the medic. But he’s been looking at me strangely too. As if he too can’t understand how I’m not suffering.

When we stop for a small break, I go to the bathroom. Halfway back, I find myself staring at three of the seven men who I’m traveling with. They block the way back to the wagon. “Move.” I grit.

One laughs. “Why don’t you stop the act and just ask for some food? Or maybe you’re thirsty?” It wiggles the skin of liquid at me. My lipsaredry. But I’m not debasing myself for it.

“Fuck off.”

He smirks. “I guess, we really don’t have a choice. Gentlemen?” They start closing in. My eyes skitter from one to the other. I will not survive this if they catch me.

I turn and run.

The middle man laughs, shouting, “You won’t make it far before we catch you!”

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Fuck fuck fuckfuck!I am dashing through trees. Trying my best not to trip. I hear them laughing and chasing me. I want to fucking scream for help. But it’s been four fucking days. FOUR fucking days and not a single person, or town or village. I’m assuming the reason they hadn’t done anything to me these past days is because they expected me to grovel and beg at their feet when I couldn’t take it anymore. We must be near the town if they are trying to jump me now.

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