Maggie had kidnapped you from your group. To be fair your group took her first. You were naive enough to free her. You were sitting at the fire with your hands tied behind your back and your mouth gagged. She had taken you after you freed her, knocking you out and killing most of your group. She was ransoming for her stuff back- which is reasonable because your group had put it somewhere where she and you didn’t know. You were the ransom. You didn’t believe your group would come for you.

“You hungry?” Maggie asks. It was lunchtime. Not too late. You couldn’t speak through your gag.