It was much later, that night, the darkness and cold chill in the night's air, that awakened the thoroughly ravaged elf maiden known as Sickien. She was groggy for a few minutes, as her mind tried to catch up to this moment, but then the realization of what had happened to her, by those vile, evil orcs and that leader made her go into convulsions, and she threw up whatever her stomach held.
"*retch!....Retch....Retch!*" she went, the vile fluids and what was left of her long ago eaten breakfast regurgitated on her glazed over face, and onto the beaten down grass she was still staked to. For untold minutes she kept dry heaving, whatever her body and stomach were trying to fight off this attack of shame and rape that it, and now she had endured. Then when she could take anymore, she seemed to once again fall into that utter blackness, which had been her 'hidden sanctuary' during the evil acts the orcs had done to her.
It was the bright sun light in the cool, crisp morning that awoke her again......

what next?????