It's almost funny, Natacia thinks in a numb way. It doesn't seem real to her, as she watches from where she  the dragon has placed her. She just watches as goblins are slaughtered right before her very eyes, having no chance at all against the ravening beast. Each passing moment sees scores of the goblins burnt, shredded, crushed, or eaten. Perhaps...perhaps she should feel sorry for them, sorry for the horror visited upon them. And then she remembers when she lost count of how many goblins had been inside her, remembers the vile taste of goblin seed that still lingers across her tongue. Her body still aches from the repeated raping, and a small part of her heart, one she would probably have been shocked and terrified to know existed a few days ago, cheers at the slaughter of these vile creatures. Even those that did not participate permitted her violation, she thinks to herself.