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Sara slowly awoke from the beating she had recieved, her head spun and pounded, she felt sick. However she refused to show her weakness to this man, the beast she had been hunting for this century.

Sara had lived in a small village, her life was hardwork but she was happy. Her father was the blacksmith, and he worked long gruelling hours. Often Sara would help him with his work and he had started to teach her to fight, but she was only 14 so it was merely play for her. Her father enjoyed the time they spent together and she was the son he had never had. Sara was the youngest of 5 daughters, all her sisters were tall and willowy and blond like her mother. Sara was shorter, still had puppy fat and had the thick dark hair of her father. It was almost midday and her mother was walking to the forge carrying food for Sara and her father when it happened. There was a sound like thunder, and the horses surged through the village. The air was filled with confused cries, of screams and gurgling death. Sara had watched as her mother was knocked to the ground by one of these demons. He fussed with his belt ready to pull down his leggings, her mother kicked and screamed as he fumbled beneath her skirt with his other hand. Sara heard the bellowing cry from her father as he rushed the man, hammer in hand and the grunts as the arrows pierced his back and he fell to the floor. The savage lifted up her mothers skirts and began pounding away between her legs, Saras mothers screams were shrill and despairing. She saw Sophie, her eldest sister, naked strapped to the back of another horse screaming for her to help. That broke Sara from her frozen state of mind, she picked up a blade from the forge and rushed the man raping her mother. Sara felt the sharp pain in her chest and the handsome yet cruel face of her attacker with the wolf pendant around his neck was the last thing she saw as it all faded to black.....

It had been several days later when she awoke in the tent of a nomad tribe, her wounds dressed and her health improving. The poison of the day had infected her mind however so the tribe dropped her at the temple.
In the temple of the warrior Sara honed the arts of war for many years, under the tutorage of various specialists. After her ten years she was released....free to seek revenge on the wolf.

The same wolf she was now brought before beaten and bleeding, her fury costing her the element of surprise and her freedom. The leather bindings secured her hands tightly behind her showing off her ample cleavage. Her long dark hair in a tight plait.