...e when she moved. Her nipples had been pierced and small chain links installed. Orcish tattoos adorned her breasts, her thighs, and her arms. Small hands lifted her gently and set her in a hammock. She swang slightly as they lifted her to the treetops.
Days later, after she had been bathed, fed, and counseled, she looked into a mirror. Just like the Orcish whore, tattoos had been added to her thin, angular face, the same red strip over each eyebrow, the same red 'v' shape in the center of her forehead, white 'v's under her eyes on each cheek, and a red stripe from the base of her chin to her bottom lip. She looked at the rest of herself in the large, elegant full-length mirror. Her buttocks displayed vibrant red and black markings; wild matching patterns were mirrored betwixt her legs, and her back was alive with stripes. She put her hands to her belly and wondered... wondered, if she would let it happen again.
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"If there is one thing I’ve come to notice about my ‘subjects’, it is that they feel as though the world itself owes them something for how their race has been treated. And if one had grown up in such a way it is understandable that this ‘seige mentality’ would be a fitting reaction. Now, before you cast my tome into the hearth, hear me out: I do not condone the Orc’s actions, I am simply trying to convey their mindset.