Tumnaooriel winced as the orc tightened the cords around her wrists, making them bite even deeper into her pale skin, but at least now her feet were freed and she was beginning to regain the feeling in her cramped legs. She wriggled her toes, only for the orc to stamp on them hard with his metal-shod boots before pulling her roughly to her feet. He drew his blck dagger and held it to her throat.
"Make a sound, or try to escape, and my blade will taste your blood." He whispered cruelly into her ear, his breath stinging her nose, but she knew there were too many orcs for her to escape alive and she bit her lip and began to stumble forward as best she could.
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