With one gulp of air, a girl awakens from a daze that seemed to have stretched on forever. And when she had come to, her eyes had widened upon the sudden realization that she was in the midst of a multitude of men.

The first emotion to take her was fear, fear as to what was happening, and why she was in the midst of so many men.

'What is going on here?' Judith had wondered to herself, just as the realization that she was in chains had sunk in.

Chains which she began to pull on erratically.

The chains which held her captive was an interlink between three manacles, which were around her neck and wrists.

As panic began to settle in, she came to the conclusion that she was kidnapped, and was being transported as some sort of sex slave.

But to follow that was another thought which had contradicted this one. As she found that there were only men around her, and she was the only woman.

Not to say that men couldn't be kidnapped and used for sex slaves, but the chances of that was very low, plus, why so many men?

This realization had instilled a calm in her that allowed her think more rationally.

The first thing she did was to analyze the time of day, people around her and her location.

Pointing her gaze to the darkened sky full of stars had told her the time well enough, 'It's night' Judith had thought to herself.

When she had returned her gaze to the men surrounding her, confusion became her.

Confusion prompted by the fact that the attire the men were wearing were all rags, rags that seemed off in a way she couldn't put her finger on.

It had dawned on Judith that she too was wearing the same rags, but what took precedence in her mind was not the rags to be exact, but the fact that she was walking on sand that seemed to eat up a great length of her feet with each step she took.

Wondering where her location was, she began to scan her surroundings again, only to be reminded that her field of vision was blocked by the several dozen men surrounding her.

Becoming frenzied, she made her way east, past several men. All the while taking caution not to bump into anyone or draw attention to herself.

A futile effort, as she had stubbed her toe on a stone which had caused her to crash into one of the men, who had crashed into another.

This domino effect had carried on until the crashing was stopped when the last person to fall, fell on a man the size of a tree.

Judith, aware of what she had done and the presumable chaos she had unleashed, took on the animal instinct of alertness to danger.

"What the?"

"Who's the fool?"

"Who hit me?"

Likewise murmurs had risen and in an instant, a fight broke out.

Tumbling toward Judith was a man who had just been picked off the ground and punched backwards.

When he had come to, bloodied teeth and all, his sights fell on Judith, which prompted a frown on his already angry face.

"You…you're the blind bitch!" He had burst, anger filling his voice.

Judith, vividly seeing the anger in his being, had bolted back, trying to rise off the ground only to be foiled by her manacles.

"You're not getting away." The man had said before rushing her and pinning her to the ground.

Judith tried her best to struggle, but inevitably found that the man was much stronger than she was. But that obvious fact didn't stop her from struggling.

"Get off me!" Judith had screamed, a wasted effort.

The man, now having her completely immobilized, began to run his eyes over her body.

After finding her more than arousing, with a full chest and curved hips he felt under his legs, a sudden thirst had gripped him.

Judith, having seen such a look before, snapped.

She struggled and kicked as hard as she could, but yet again she had failed to make any difference.

The man proceeded to untie the rags around his waist, when Judith had spotted an opening.

Capitalizing on his distraction, she had reached out her teeth to the one arm holding her down and then bit hard.

"Ahh!" The man had screamed as Judith continued to bite down harder and harder.

With a sudden rage becoming her, both her upper and lower teeth clamped, thereby successfully rending the man's flesh off, taking with her a huge chunk.

"AHH!" The man had burst as an immeasurable pain consumed him, causing him to fall back while gripping his arm.

Seizing the opportunity, Judith had spit out the flesh in her mouth just before packing up two fists full of sand, which she held firmly as she lunged him.

"AHHHH!" He had screamed yet again when she had successfully dunked the sand in her palm into his eyes.

After which she got on top him and then began to slam her manacles into his face, drawing blood.

She lifted her hands as high as they could go without the restriction of the chain linking them to her neck. Then she slammed it back down onto the man's face, causing a huge wound to open up inbetween his nose bone.

After another lift and slam, the man ceased to struggle as hard.

Fully aware of his lack of resistance, Judith didn't stop still, she lifted her hands and slammed it down.

Or at least she tried to, but found her hands had been held in place.

A fear had gripped her when she thought that other men in shackles had gotten the same idea as the man under her. And were holding her still to have their way with her.

But a sudden ease overcame her when she saw at the corner of her eye, that the man holding her was different from the others.

Upon looking over her shoulder, she saw the man was not in manacles, was calm, neat and had a sophisticated demeanor.

Not to mention he was dressed in an authoritative robe, with a sword hanging from his belt.

It had taken Judith a second, but then suddenly, she realized this man was dressed in an attire reminiscent of historical Chinese movies. Or rather, reminiscent of eastern fantasy novels.

"What the hell is going on here?" A woman's voice crackled into the air, causing Judith to turn away from the man holding her still, and toward the origin of the voice.

Expecting different, by the petite nature of the voice, she found the owner to be a matured woman, in robes as well, making her way toward them.

But it was not the attire, the petite voice, the sword or her long fire-red hair that had taken Judith's attention, but the beast the woman had hopped off of.

An animal that resembled something of a cross-breed between a rhino and a horse, with streaks across it's body that gave off an otherworldly glow.

Judith became stunned and thought to herself 'Where the hell am I?'