Literature
The bounty on Red Sonja, chapter 2
Sonja had woken up to find herself hanging horizontally. Her hands and feet were tied to a pole above her head, and she couldn’t help notice the small stack of wood underneath her.
Her mind raced, trying to come up with a plan of escape. Rope cut into her gloved hands, rendering them useless. The short piece of chainmail, that covered her lower regions, hung to the side and exposed her brown panties.
The bandit leaned closer, his foul breath invading her senses. He removed a lock of hair from her face and started to caress her cheek. "Oh, my dear. You're a legendary warrior. Everyone is searching for you. They intend to bring you to a powerful man. Not me. I went along for a different purpose. I intend to cook you up and savor every bite. Can you imagine the taste? The fame that comes with devouring Red Sonja? Your juicy thighs and muscular stomach."
Sonja scoffed. "You're nothing but a coward with delusions of grandeur. Why don't you just let me down and let's settle this like true
