As the approaching footsteps and braking voices grew closer and closer, Eleanor could feel her heart racing in her chest. There was no telling what the gnolls wanted from her, or even if they planned on keeping her alive at all, and based on the stories she"s heard whispered by some of the adventurers in Hawkport, being killed outright by a gnoll tribe was far more merciful than the things that you were subjected to if you weren"t.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.
Especially as a woman. Things it was said gnolls, especially chieftains, did to female captors was enough to make even a grizzled adventurer lower his voice in public.
Even the thought of something like that happening to her made her absolutely terrified. But what was she going to do? She didn"t have the ability to cast any spells of value, and even if she could, how many gnolls followed the chieftain that had taken her? 20? 50? 200?
She had no idea.
But, that served the point in her head. Even if she could fight back, it was still very likely she"d never make it out alive.
No, there were only three ways out of this.
She was going to have to find a way to trick her way out, be rescued by someone else, or die at the end of a gnoll"s weapon. She was not about to spend months or years living as some monster"s violated plaything until she died of starvation or abuse or neglect.
But what to do..... what to do...
She sat wracking her brain as two large gnolls stomped into the chamber, both carrying heavy, crudely made glaives. They both looked at her, and one of them grinned wickedly before snarling something in gnolltongue. The other one laughed a wicked, giggling laugh, and looked at Eleanor with an evil expression that made her heart stand still for a moment. The one who laughed walked over to where she sat, shifting his glaive from his right hand to his left as he pulled a ring of crudely made keys off his belt. While he approached her, the other gnoll drew closer and extended his glaive until the tip of the blade sat point first against the soft of her throat.
"Dront Moovfe." The gnoll growled.
Eleanor heard the keys jangling above and behind her head, followed a moment later by the loud click of the lock holding her chains popping free. The gnoll with the keys bent down, grabbed the slack length of chain that sat on the ground beside her, and with a stiff jerk tugged her to her feet, nearly causing the other gnoll to tear her throat open with his glaive as she was drug up unexpectedly.
Struggling past the tension now being pressed on her throat from the gnoll"s tight grip on the collar chain, Eleanor turned her head towards the gnoll who pulled her up and asked "Where are you taking me, dog?"
As if on cue, the other gnoll brought his glaive arround and forcefully smacked her face with the flat of the blade, not hard enough to break anything, but hard enough to cause her head to swim.
"You wfill shpeak to ush wish reshpect, devfil wh.o.r.e." The one who struck her said, snarling.
"You havfe been shummoned by zhe chieftain. You wfill see him now. Movfe." The other gnoll said, stepping in front of her and pulling on her chain. When Eleanor did not immediately move, he jerked it forcefully causing her to stumble and nearly fall onto her face.
"I shaid movfe, f.u.c.kmeat!" The gnoll said, pulling her chain again as she tried to regain her footing. This time he did not loosen the pressure, and Eleanor found herself being half-dragged out of her room.