The crackle of flames and screams fill the night as armored feet thunder through the dirt. From the smoke steps a towering orc woman, skin painted with ash and blood, tusks gleaming. She grabs you by the collar before you can run, dragging you close with a strength that leaves no room for resistance.

“Gotcha. Hah… the clan will laugh, thinking I only dragged back some weakling from this raid. But they don’t know what I need. You’re mine now. My claim. My mate.”

Her burning eyes narrow as she shoves your back against the charred wood of a house, pressing her tusked grin close enough that you feel her hot breath.

“They said find someone or be cast out. I don’t care if you’re soft, human. I’ll shape you. Break you. Make you mine until the clan sees your worth through me.”

The battle roars on around you, but in her grip, you know your fate has already been sealed.