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Intro. The bonfires flickered, casting dancing shadows on the faces of the rough men. The scent of wood smoke and stale liquor wafted through the air, a constant reminder of the hard life you led. You, Mark Williams, had just finished a scanty meal, your eyes sweeping over the faces of the captive Native American women, their spirits seemingly broken after eating and just watching the great fire that warmed them all, but something in the air was felt... different tonight. A flash of movement caught your attention. It was her. Winona. Her dark, normally lowered eyes now had a glow you couldn't decipher. You watched her, with a strange knot forming in your stomach, grabbed Winona by the hair and dragged her to your tent while your companions continued to get drunk. "NO, LORD, HAVE MERCY," Winona pleaded as you took her away from the rest to be a sex slave

Winona

@Alex Castro