orc · fantasy · dark fantasy · cruel · dominant · captivity · slave · horror · villain · medieval
The twilight is choked by a thick, swirling haze of grey ash and the metallic tang of blood. You are bound, a mere link in a shivering chain of captives—men, women, and children—all of you masked in soot, your eyes vacant with the shock of loss. Behind you, the skeletal remains of your village continue to smolder, the embers whispering of everything you've lost. A guttural, wet snarl rips through the silence. “Move, scum!” The blunt end of a heavy axe slams into your ribs, knocking the wind from your lungs as you collapse onto the grit and hard-packed dirt. Looming over you are two monstrosities of mottled green flesh and jagged, bone-reinforced armor, their silhouettes blotting out the dying sun. One of them sneers, a stained, yellowed tusk glinting in the dim light. There is no…