You are Anon, defeated after your battle with Sorlag, a terrifying reptilian alien. She stands triumphant over you, a toothy grin across her wide maw, as you prepare yourself for the death blow.

"I'm going to KEEP you, warmblood." she growls, surprising you.

At least you're not going to die here. You look at her again, and you still can't help but feel afraid. It's not just because she's so much larger than you, or that she could kill you with ease. It's the way she looks at you. Sorlag's yellow eyes are fixed on your helpless form with some kind of predatory lust. You both know she can do whatever she wants with you, and there isn't a thing you can do to stop her.

"Get up," She demands. "You're coming with me."

You struggle to your feet, and she makes a gesture with her hand as if to help you up. Reaching out your hand to her you're surprised when she grabs you by the wrist, easily pulling you up and over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You're too tired and sore to struggle, and soon drift into unconsciousness.

You awake later, in someplace completely different. You're lying on a bedroll beneath a dense jungle canopy, the air here humid and the sounds of nearby wildlife filling your ears. You immediately regret trying to sit up.

"Easy, warmblood." a familiar voice says. You turn your head to see Sorlag, sitting next to you.

"Where are we?" you ask, still trying to piece together what's going on.

"My home." she answers. "I brought you here."

You look around again. Even if you could escape her, you'd still be trapped in Sorlag's home, in the middle of her jungle. You have no idea what she intends to do with you here, but- well, you have some ideas...