Inside the dim cave, the flicker of a bonfire cast lively shadows on the jagged stone walls.
The air was thick with the scent of smoke and damp earth, while the man's shadow loomed large, wavering against the fiery backdrop. His voice broke the stillness, rough and frustrated. "Damn, why is this woman so tight?"
His voice grew louder, more insistent. "Why won't she open her mouth?"
A soft groan escaped from the woman, her eyes fluttering open. Pain throbbed in her head, and her vision blurred as she struggled to make sense of where she was.
Slowly, everything sharpened, and the fog in her mind cleared just enough for her to make out the figure of a man leaning over her.
Instinctively, panic surged through her veins, her body reacting faster than her mind could process. Her hand flew up, fueled by desperation, and with a sharp crack, her palm connected squarely with the man's cheek.
