Chapter 0 - Capture

The evening had cooled considerably, the young Sin'dorei Priestess fanned herself with her right hand drying the sweat on her face. Un'goro Crater was known for its extreme heat and humidity, but the nights were just as cold as the days were hot. The Priestess had already endured four of these nights, and each one left her shivering from the sweat still collected upon her skin from the day of walking. She had narrowly escaped many beasts and less then friendly beings, each encounter leaving her out of breath and distressed. This the fifth night of her travels found the Priestess walking adjacent to the well worn path, she had been heading towards the path leading into Sillithus and this night found her almost upon it. When random chance decided she would not be making her meeting with friends.
   A caravan of some eight men, three trolls, two orcs, two tauren and a goblin with a waggon of recently pillaged goods was coming down the path. Dust billowing out behind them. Two great kodos pulling the load, the largest troll happened to just look towards where the Priestess was walking, she who had her head down swatting away the bugs hadn't noticed them. Zala'Jin, held up his fist to halt the procession, his lips curving into a predatory grin as he watched the girl. She was attractive, but most of her race was. However something about her caught his interest, was it her knee length golden hair, or the way her hips seemed to sway as she walked. To him it mattered little he had decided he would claim her for his own.
 
 A low grumble left Zala'Jin his form melting into the shadows as he advanced on his prey unaware. His comrades remained still and silent at the waggon smirking to themselves. Oh what fortune they had found. Zala'Jin circled around her, moving in behind. He could see her more clearly now, she was only five foot five roughly and he could easily lift her with one hand. Her feet were bare and her eyes, what wonderful eyes he noted, fel fire green large and innocent. He struck suddenly his left arm wrapping around her face muffling the scream she had let loose his right wrapping around her abdomen pulling her small form flush against his chest.
  “Ah such a pretty t'ing we have here mon. Watchu' doin' all alone an in da wilds fo'.” He chuckled to himself as he carried her back to the waggon, all the while she was kicking and writhing trying her best to wriggle free of his grasp. 

  The Priestess looked about wildly as they approached the caravan her eyes drifting past each unfriendly face, her mind racing as she attempted to understand the turn of events. They were all members of the horde, each one. And yet none bore any markings of the Horde. The Troll who carried her tossed her into the cart as if she was nothing but a possession, her head hitting one of the crates causing her to cry out in pain. Her vision blurring as tears welled up in her eyes she looked to her captors. All of them paying little attention to her now that she was within the waggon began speaking.
   “Ah Zala'Jin a lovley prize, one that I think shall fetch a nice price in the market. Once we train her up a bit yes yes!” A small goblin had said, as if she were a commodity, the thought confused her but words would not come. Her fingers touched her mouth and nose were a strange powder was left, brushing it away she still found speech impossible. Her mouth opening and closing yet words would not come, her screams silenced. A large Tauren towards the back nodded to his fellow tauren before disappearing from view, the sounds of kodos being tended to reached her ears. The Troll Zala'Jin apparently grinned down at the goblin and responded. Her mind however was not focused on their words but rather on his appearance. He was tall, if she had to guess perhaps seven foot six. His body covered in a light greenish blue fur common to most jungle Trolls, he had a few bone piercings in his ears and two just on the inside of his tusks. He wore a pair of black leather pants and nothing else, his sinewy frame proudly displayed for all to see. Taunt muscles and scars aplenty covering him. 

  He turned his face towards her smirking as he hopped up into the waggon crouching in front of her. His hand grasped onto her chin tilting her head as he pleased even as her tiny fists beat against his chest, her mouth open in a silent scream. Zala'Jin grasped her wrists with one hand pinning them against the crate behind her. “Ah ah ah ah now girleh. Dat ain't how ya show ya t'anks now is it.” She felt his eyes boring into as he awaited her answer. Unable to speak she continued to fight against his grip. Zala chuckled as he watched her attempt at breaking free, his free hand opening a small vial that was attached to his pants. Pouring a few drops onto his finger he smeared the liquid under her nose, the powder and its effects fleeing her body rather quickly. The Priestesses scream wretched its self from her chest the moment her voice returned, causing Zala to once again cover her mouth making a tsking sound.
  “Ah, see dat be wrong der girlieh. Now. Ya stop ya screamin an I be lettin ya speak?” He waited for her head nod before dropping his hand. “Watchu' name be den elfie.” The priestess took a deep breath closing her eyes for a moment to clear her head of the sight of him. “Akelah. Akelah Silversorrow...But why, I am a member of the Horde why have you done this?”“Ah well ya see 'ere girlieh. We aint part of no horde, we work for ourselves. Stealin' an sellin', and girliehs just like ya. Well ya fetch a few gold coins on da market.”

  Zala licked his lips before pulling out a cord of coarse rope and securing her hands and feet. Patting Akelah on the leg he hopped out of the waggon as it began to move again. Left alone in the back of the waggon her mind going over what she had learned, thinking on ways of escape. Though with two orcs walking directly behind the waggon with giant wolves made escape at this moment near impossible. She could only imagine who else was around to prevent her from escaping. The journey was long a few days she gathered from the setting and rising of the sun. Fizwik the goblin who had spoken of her as a commodity on that first day would jump up into the waggon to water and feed her as if she were an animal. In the days that had followed he had become a sort of friend. He did what Zala'Jin told him to do, but he did not treat her harshly. Often silencing the orcs who enjoyed tormenting her with the things they would do to her, and how they long to hear her screams of pleasure as she succumbs to their will. The times when Fizwik was not around she stayed silent thinking, plotting and planning and trying very hard not to think of Zala'Jin and his obvious strength, power and sex appeal. 

  On the third day of travelling she would guess they arrived at a neutral outpost. Zala'Jin himself coming into the back of the waggon to remove her binds. He dragged her from the back of the waggon despite her protests letting her stretch after being cramped up for so long. The sudden freedom of her limbs caused her to stumble behind him as they walked to a post in front of the tent she assumed was the inn. Looking around she discovered she was in Tanaris, the warm sand sticking to her feet her head tilting up to look at Zala'Jin. “Please, just let me go. I wont cause you any trouble I'll just leave.” Her voice was soft as she pulled on her arm trying to break free of his grasp. Zala'Jin pulled back on her arm causing her to stumble forward into the post. Leaning over her he pulled her other hand around the post so both were held in his left hand. With his right he again bound her hands, this time attaching the coarse rope to a metal ring forcing her right shoulder against the post, her back bent forward at the waist displaying her ass to all who walked by. Zala'Jin stood back running his hands along her sides watching her jump and squirm as she whimpered. “Stop! Please?” Her voice held a note of longing yet she fought it. Zala's hands found their way to her hips where he unceremoniously ripped her gown letting the tattered silken and gold material fall to the ground. Her body now naked save for her black lacy panties and matching bra.
  “Now girlieh,ya be good for Zala'Jin. I got some buisness ta attend ta. If ya behave we see about lettin ya walk ta da compound.” He smacked her ass once before walking into the tent. All his men following him in except for one of the other trolls. A smaller one with bright red hair instead of the blue Zala'Jin had. He was by no means as impressive as Zala but he was larger then her. He stood beside her his arms crossed as he watched people come towards her, growling when one stepped to close and even punching an orc who must have thought she was tied thusly to be used by any who desired to do so.

   Hours went by the sun high in the sky when they arrived started to set slowly, her muscles ached from the uncomfortable position and yet she was still not released, her guard standing beside her preventing anyone from approaching remained silent. She was beginning to wonder if he was a mute, going to test her theory the words died on her lips as she saw Zala'Jin and his men leave the tent, boxes and barrels in their hands as they went to the waggon. Her guard untied her bindings but kept a firm grip on her arm with his calloused hands as he led her to the caravan. Her eyes noted that the waggon was now to full for her to ride in and wondered if now she would walk. Perhaps she could escape then, a small coy smile forming on her lips as she planned an escape. Her captors paid her little mind as they busied themselves with preparations to depart. Left to stand there watching with her guard grasping her arm she went for an escape. She was a priestess and sent a spell to make the troll flee. His hand dropped her arm as he began to run around in terror knocking into his friends and comrades.

  Seeing the confusion she had caused she took off running, sand kicking up from her heels. She ran for what to her seemed like hours but what really had only been roughly ten minutes. Her mind so focused on running she did not look to back to see one of the orcs riding his giant wolf chasing after her. Before she knew what was happening he grabbed her around her waist and easily lifted her onto the beast, turning he returned to the caravan with her. The group having figured out what had happened. The crates and barrles once again neatly stacked and Zala'Jin standing tall with his arms crossed glaring at her. The orc unceremoniously threw her to the ground at Zala'Jins feet walking off to tend his wolf before they continued their trek. Zala looked at her displeased tsking at her like she was a bad dog.
  “Ah mon. Dat aint smart now was it. Ya see we not be lettin ya leave us. No, ya going to the compound but now, it wot be so pleasent.” He stooped down and picked her up carrying her to the kodo, throwing her stomach accross the great beast he tied her to the harrness. “Ya gonna stay like dis till we reach da compound now.” He left to her screams of displeasure, shaking his head. “Oh please do not do this! I am stripped already please atleast cloth me!” Her words were met with little intrest as the great beasts started moving again heading towards the compound. From the talk she gathered it was only a day and a bit away from them and they had no plans to stop between now and then.

  Fizwik would chatter to her about the splendor of the compound as he hand fed her scraps of food or small amounts of water. He was a frugal goblin like most but he seemed kind enough. Mid afternoon of the next day while Fizwik was feeding her she saw it. The compound in the distance at this pace they would make it there by nightfall. Despite her trepidation on arrival to only light knew where. The sense of excitement and wonder crept into her thoughts. She had decided to look at this like an adventure and while she still thought of escape she wondered would it truly be as terrible as she thinks it to be. Nightfall fell upon them swiftly in the barren plain of Thousand Needles. No centaurs or tauren disturbed them as they marched towards the encampment. The gates opening up to give them entrance and slamming shut with a sound that made Kelah rethink the ability to escape. Within the walls of the encampment held what looked to be a small village. Many buildings a few taverns and large communal fire pits were scattered all over. If she had to hazard a guess she would think there some two hundred men within the entire enclousure and another seventy or eighty women clad in nothing but steel collars. The women were scurrying about cleaning, cooking serving men wines and ales. Screams of pleasure and pain filled the air. Two women tied to a post were being whipped brutally, tears staining their faces.She wasnt able to get a good enough look before being untied and thrown over the shoulder of one of the tauren, he carried her into what she assumed and latter found out it was true was the slaves quarters. He threw her onto one of the mattresses of straw and left the door closing and locking audibly. She was alone, and scared her legs pulling up to her chest as she began to cry, freedom denied to her.