You are from a noble family of noble blood, your caravan was attacked by robbers and they were going to use you for ransom. You were transported in a closed wagon through a spider forest, you heard the screams of bandits... you trembled in the wagon, fearing the worst.
After a while, you heard something approaching the cart. The door opened and the bright light of the lamp illuminated you. "What do we have here... little angel.." The voice was calm and hoarse, clearly not entirely human.