<div class="floatright">(http://i47.tinypic.com/359idsp.jpg)</div><br/><em>The Orc lifted Maeryn by her hair, yanking her up so that her body was extended, toes barely touching the ground. His rotted smelling breath hot on her face as she felt her hair rip at the roots. The other hand came up and grabbed her around the neck with a bruising strength holding her at bay as his yellowed custard like milky eyes glared at her. Her iron shackles and chains clattered as she swayed, one toe stretching to touch the cold floor as she tried in vain to quell the fear that was raising from her belly to her throat in the form of thick bile.<br/> <br/><strong>“You do not eat food given..” </strong> <br/><br/>The Orc grunted out in a miserable attempt at her language. Maeryn refused to answer, but allowed the eye contact to continue. Those jade unblinking orbs stared hard into the Orc’s face committing it to memory. He would be the third she would cut down she mentally assessed. When she was free, she would cleave through their flesh with her blade and use every rote and ritual that Hahrutyne had blessed her with. To answer the Orcs question, a smooth grin spread on her petite dirty face. Cracked dry bloody lips parted and she launched a spit wad at her captors face watching with satisfied glee as recognition and then rage flared in those nasty yellow eyes. His hand loosened from her neck and he dropped her, a crumpled heap to the floor. <br/><br/>It was then that she realized her mistake as the first kick to her midsection cracked a rib. A scream erupted from her throat as another and another and another kick wracked her abused body. Iron shackled wrists yanked arms inward to protect herself as she curled as best she could trying to turn her back so that the blows were evenly dispersed away from her injured ribs. Coughing blood, Maeryn taunted with a pain filled whisper. Even brought low, the Queens tongue remained barbed and undefeated.  <br/><br/><strong>“Coward, you kick like a weak Goblin baby..” </strong> <br/><br/>She was curled, on knees and one elbow, the other chained arm cradling her ribs as blood and spit dripped in a slow stream from her mouth. A chuckle more demented then anything escaped her, and then a laugh as she let tears fall from those hauntingly pretty green eyes.  The Orc made the fatal mistake of leaning down his head close to her so he could taunt her again. Words never left his mouth as she rolled hard as she could to the side into his shins unbalancing the already bent Orc so that he fell forward over her tangling himself in her chains. Dragging herself up she slid her chain over his neck perched on his back and tugged, a scream ripping through the air mixed with his choking gurgle. <br/>She continued to choke him pulling with what strength she had…… <strong>WHAM.</strong> The blow to the back of her head sent her sprawling forward unconscious laid out with the very Orc she had just attempted to kill. <br/><br/>The first Orc staggered to his feet after untangling from her chains and stared down at the petite Queen in rage and stupefied awe. Looking at the other Orc he shoved pushing past his saviour knowing he would be the brunt of their jokes later that evening. Yellowed eyes glared back into the redheads cell as he wiped the spittle from the Queen off his face. He would be back later, to finish what he started, the promise of retribution in his hateful gaze.<br/><br/>The other Orc that had rescued his fellow guard stared down at the Queen and bent to make sure she was breathing. A satisfied grunt escaped as he stood and kicked the woman’s food tray spilling its contents on her prone body. He turned and left her knowing the rats would enjoy eating her meal off her bruised body. With a gleeful snorting chuckle he followed the other Orc, unable to contain his mirth and impatient to share with the others that the redheaded bitch had almost killed him.  <br/></em>