CAPTURED BY THE ORC
Chapter Two: *Oral Initiation*
“Sit.”
They had been traveling for days, and Samson’s body, unaccustomed to riding for so long, was aching. He shook his head; he wanted to stretch his legs.
“I said, sit. I’m going to build a fire.”
Samson cast a quick glance around at their surroundings.
“If you try to run I will catch you, and it will be the belt again.”
Samson sighed and lowered himself tenderly onto the ground. He watched as Dalthu moved quickly, gathering dry kindling.
*His great size doesn’t affect his speed.*
Soon a roaring fire heated the chilly air, and the illumination of the flame danced and cast strange shadows on the trees around them. Dalthu handed Samson a small portion of food: some dried meat and half a loaf of bread. Samson ate them both greedily.
Dalthu pulled out a wineskin and, after taking a pull from it, offered it to Samson.
Samson eyed the flask warily. “No . . . thank you.”
“Drink,” Dalthu insisted.
“I said, no.”
“And I won’t tell you again, little tiger. Do what I say.” His hands strayed toward his belt.