As you trudge through the bushland, cursing yourself for a fool, you can’t help but think, “How did I end up in a situation like this?” Your nose is itchy; you reach up to scratch it only to remember your hands are tied, of course; how could you forget. You have been walking in relative silence, an occasional grunt from people around you when all of a sudden there is an almighty cheer echoing in the air around you; the source of it is nearby. “What was that?” someone nearby asks, again, briefly followed by a growl and the sound of something wooden hitting something soft and fleshy, and finally a grunt of pain. “Squishy not make noise!!”, as you walk along, you stumble as you trip on something soft, catching yourself before you hit the ground, you can only wonder what it was, for the first time today, you are thankful for the blindfold you have been wearing, you don’t really want to know what you stumbled on.

You think back over the events of the day; where you were captured in the early hours of the morning, you think… not quite sure… you have been walking since, under the escort of what you assume are orcs, from the gruff voices you can hear. Talking was quickly ruled out, as it was swiftly dealt with, usually with a beating from the captors. You have been hearing cheers for a large portion of the walk, as you gradually approach the source of the cheering, it has been getting progressively louder. The only respite you have had from the occasional cheers, have been the screams of men, women, and other creatures, screams you have heard before, when people have been frightened, and in pain. The day has been one continual nightmare, now you aren’t even sure where you are, not that it helps, you weren’t too sure where you were to start with.

All of a sudden you are yanked to a stand still, breaking you out of your thoughts. Taking a deep breath you can smell something rancid in the air, you can’t quite place your finger on what it is, although you are nearly sure you should recognise it…