They exchange something then she looks at me, then looks to the girl who speaks English. I can tell perhaps she is arguing my favor or maybe trying to get them to just not kill me. Xxnx They speak in such a strange language, yet it seems very similar to a very eloquent Latin like Elvish or something. They kneel down with their thighs spread widely, resting their feet perpendicular to their thighs. “Le..let…m..me go!! I notice that these are the same men who captured me. Inside, are 3 dozen barking, snarling, vicious, cruel unchained dogs. She has bright beautiful hazelnut eyes that almost glisten even in the shadows. Despite this fear, it is interesting to think that perhaps I feel pity for them, to be trapped here only to be released to breed or to kill.
