As the morning sun gently kissed the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the landscape, Mithra slowly awakened to find herself in an unfamiliar open area. The soft caress of grass beneath her body and the chirping of birds in the distance served as a stark contrast to the binds tightly securing her hands behind her back.

She slumped on a pole when she remembered how she was defeated and her men were killed when they tried to save the villagers from the horny man, Salo Witmayor. 

As she was imagining the man's lecherous grin, panic began to claw its way up her throat and her crotch and thighs  instinctively wriggled. She felt relief as her knicker was never removed and her private part was untouched. 

Raising her head, she scanned the area, searching for any signs of her captor or a way to free herself. She was alone, the vastness of the open space stretching out before her. The sky above was a vivid blue canvas, offering a glimmer of hope in this uncertain situation.

With a determined resolve, she wriggled her body, using her legs to push herself into a sitting position. 

The tightness of the rope binding her hands served as a constant reminder of her vulnerability, but she tried to stand up.

The woman, with her hands tightly bound, attempted to rise from her seated position, where she had been sitting cross-legged. Despite her restraints, she exhibited an admirable determination and resolved to stand upright. With a combination of grace and perseverance, she summoned all her strength and began the arduous process of lifting herself from the ground. 

Despite the constraints limiting her movements, she maintained a composed posture and a steadfast focus on her goal. With each measured movement, she sought to find balance and stability, defying the physical limitations imposed upon her. Her struggle was evident, yet her spirit remained unyielding.

As Mithra stood upright, a surge of triumph and defiance coursed through her veins. She felt a renewed sense of purpose, determined to overcome the obstacles that lay before her. The binds on her hands served as a constant reminder of the challenges she faced, but she refused to let them break her spirit.

Taking a moment to assess her surroundings, there were three wooden houses surrounding her. 

Mithra's heart quickened as she heard the voices of crude male laughter emanating from the nearby houses. She knew she had to remain calm and composed, despite the uncertainty of her situation. With her hands still tightly bound, she carefully observed her surroundings, searching for any possible means of escape or assistance.

She walked slowly towards the empty field opposite of the houses.

As Mithra ventured toward the empty field, her footsteps were cautious and deliberate. The soft grass brushed against her bare feet, offering a momentary respite from the binds that confined her. The laughter from the houses echoed in the distance, fueling her determination to find a way out.

As she reached the center of the field, Mithra paused, scanning the area once again for any signs of help or a potential escape route. The open expanse seemed both vast and intimidating, but she refused to succumb to fear.

Her legs were trembling due to fatigue and hunger. 

"My beautiful Mithra. I didn't touch you last night. It's no fun doing a girl who was unconscious."

She recognized the man's voice. He was Salo Witmayor, the lecherous man who defeated her yesterday. 

As she struggled to walk away from the houses, several men exited from one of the houses and followed Salo Witmayor.

Salo leisurely walked just behind her.

Mithra's heart pounded in her chest as she heard Salo's voice behind her. His presence only added to the urgency of her situation, fueling her determination to escape. Though her legs trembled with fatigue, she fought through the physical discomfort and pushed herself to keep moving.

Salo Witmayor grabbed her shoulder but she pushed his hand away and struggled to keep her distance from him. 

"Urgh!"

He grabbed her hair and forcefully pulled her towards a cube.

He pushed her body at it and her face touched its surface. 

The cube was filled with cold water. He turned her body towards him. 

"You insolent.." She cursed and spat at his face.

He simply smiled and licked her saliva.

He kissed her lips, forcefully inserting his tongue into her mouth. 

She bit her tongue, forcing him to detach his face from hers.

"You bitch.."

As her body was leaning backwards, he strangled her neck and pushed her head into the water. 

She retaliated and her head somehow rose from the water.

"Uhhh.."

She breathed hard but he pushed her head again into the water.

She struggled until she rose from the water.

"Uhhh.."

Before she could catch her breath, he pushed her again into the water. 

After her head submerged in the water for seconds, he pulled it out. 

"Uhhh."

He pushed her again into the water.

Such action was repeated several times until she stopped retaliation.

Her head was now on the edge of the tub.

When she no longer moved, he pressed his ear on her breasts.

"Hmm. She is still alive. Good. Time to eat her." Salo said aloud and released his hands from her neck.

He unfastened his belt and removed his pants.

Suddenly, veins appeared on her fair face. Her body gained strength out of nowhere.

In a split-second, sensing the imminent threat of his approaching crotch, her rage mode kicked in. 

Swiftly, her legs instinctively sought out his head, moving with agility and precision. With lightning speed, she maneuvered herself into position, tightly wrapping her legs around his head, establishing a firm and unyielding headlock.

"What?" He shouted and tried to back away but her reflex surpassed him.

Her legs encircled his neck, one leg securely placed over the back of his neck while the other leg anchored itself beneath his chin. The vice-like grip exerted pressure on his head, restricting his movement and inhibiting any further attempt to harm her.

During yesterday's battle, his raw strength far surpassed her but now her strength was far beyond him.

In a sudden display of strength and resilience, Mithra's determination and survival instincts surged through her veins. With her legs wrapped tightly around Salo's neck, she exerted an unyielding pressure, preventing him from escaping her grasp.

Salo's face turned red as he struggled to free himself, his attempts to overpower Mithra proving futile. The tables had turned, and it was now Mithra who held the upper hand. Her body, fueled by a combination of adrenaline and righteous fury, maintained an iron grip on her captor.

Realizing that his life was in immediate danger, Salo frantically reached for any available object nearby in an attempt to defend himself. But Mithra's relentless grip and the sheer force of her will rendered his efforts futile. The tides had shifted, and Salo found himself at the mercy of the very woman he had sought to subjugate and violate.

As the seconds ticked by, Salo's struggles weakened, his face contorted in pain and desperation. His mind reminisced about the faces of women he raped last night.

The realization of his imminent death and the consequences of his actions weighed heavily upon him. The once arrogant and lecherous man was now confronted with the consequences of his deeds, facing a female berserker.

"Crack."

The sound of bone breaking echoed as Salo's life left his body.