After diner everybody turned towards their tent, the women went with the men and the sound of their moans and cries filled the evening air. Orisino hated the sound, because he knew that the moans were fake, and the cries were real. After his night with Tamora, their shared passion and commitment at that moment was so real. It was something they might not get it back, not after her reaction the following morning. But he was glad that she stayed close to him when they had entered the camp. And before dinner how she told Jackel that she claimed him. In truth, they claimed each other, but it made her look stronger. And he loved her for it. He frowned, was he really into that idea? Yes he was, he was in love with her. She lay next to him in one bed, dressed. Their hands on their weapons. He didn't trust Gremio, and everything in Tamora's behavior told him that she didn't either. Which was good, but something in him told him that it was not Gremio that they needed to fear tonight. Gremio lives by a curten code, and if he invites you into his home you are safe. It were his men that worried him, he didn't fear for his life. But for Tamora, he had seen how the men looked at her. Like a group of hungry wolves, ready to pounce on a piece of meat. Tamora breath softly and moved a little with her head. Which lay on his chest, his free arm was wrapped around her. Like a shield, knowing he couldn't do shit to protect her. She needed to fight hard if they attacked them. And he was worried that it was more a question of when. Tamora again moved in her sleep, she was restless. He was too, but were they restless for the same reason. His question was however quickly answered, as her head snapped up. She was wide awake, and her hand with her glaive was raised. He pulled his machete from under the pillow. He didn't need to ask if she had heard something, he already knew to trust her hearing. Both of them stood up and waited in silence, the moaning and cries have stopped. And he wondered when that happened, had he fallen asleep for a brief period or did he at one point stop paying attention to it. Tamora pointed towards the entrance and he nodded. Knowing that their attackers were just outside the tent, after the fight he had sharpened his machete, so this time he could fight. The fabric of the tent was pulled from the wooden frame, and Orisino wanted to curse loudly. They were surrounded, by almost every man in the camp. Except of Germio and Jackel. All of them licking their lips, they all wanted a piece of Tamora. Orisino looked around and turned his back to her, he would cover that.

"I will cover yours if you cover mine." He whispered. This time he would not abandon her, this time he would fight until he gets killed again. The men grabbed their weapons and started to attack them all at once. He swung and pounced, injuring one man after the other. Thinning out the enemy, Tamora did the same thing, by the sound of it. The cries of pain, were all male. And he heard her sweet breaths. He injured another, and a new man took his place. After a brief period, he compared them with weeds. But after a whole day of walking in the snow, the brief moment of fighting with the Bigfoots and of course the lack of sleep, was weighing heavily on him. And he knew for a fact that the same could be said about Tamora. The swings with his machete became slower and sloppy. Some of the men started to laugh when they noticed it, clearly they have been waiting for this. Because all of them started to attack them at once, he tried to injure as many as he could. But there were simply too many of them. Behind him he heard Tamora scream, quickly he turned around and saw her unarmed in Borachio's arms. His hands on her breasts and somebodies else hands started to join them. Orisino started to run towards them, but he got knocked down. "Tamora!" He screamed. The surrounding man started to laugh, loudly. Tamora screamed, when the hands traced every inch of her body.

"Yes scream, bitch. We promise after we are done with you, you will scream for more." Fenton said loudly. Again the sound of male laughter filled the air.

"What in the Designers name is going on here?" Gremio's voice was loud and clear. Everyone else fall silent, the man stepped away from him. "Well?" But nobody answered, they all looked like school children to the ground.

"We wanted to make her feel good." Borcahio said, he was still holding Tamora in his arms. Gremio narrowed his eyes.

"Are you really thinking I buy that crap? Let them go!" Gremio snapped. "Whose idea was it to attack my guests?" He asked loudly this time and all the men pointed towards Borachio and Fenton. Orisino felt lighter, one of the men had being sitting on him, and he hadn't noticed it. This was not that strange, he only had eyes for Tamora. Who was still held captive by Borachio. Gremio walked towards them. "I said, let her go."

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"Why would I, she is just like the other bitches inside this camp. They serve only for one purpose." Borachio said, so that everybody could hear him. "They are here to serve..." His sentence was cut off by a knife against his throat. Jackel stood behind him, the young man needed to do his best to keep the knife there. He was smaller than the brute. Fenton wanted to attack Jackel, only Orisino grabbed him as well.

"The boss said let her go, Borachio." Jackel whispered in Borachio's ear. Orisino could only watch as Borachio let Tamora go. She stumbled straight in Gremio's arms.

"Orisino, let the bastard go and collect your woman." Gremio said, without making eye contact. Without a second thought he let Fenton loose and sprinted towards Tamora. Wrapped her in his arms, buried her face in his shoulder, she didn't weep or say a word.

"I am so sorry." He whispered in her ear. "I was not able to protect you, again." He hated himself for it. But he held on to her, he needed her there. He didn't pay attention to what happened around him.

"So that is done, let this be a warning for everybody." Gremio said. "Jackel, take the two to your tent."

"Yes boss." Jackel replied. Orisino noticed a hand on his shoulder. "Come with me. My tent is standing near Gremio's, it will be safe there." Orisino wanted to shake his head, they will never be safe inside this camp. But what other choice do they have, it was still dark. Tamora broke a way from him and looked him straight in the eyes. Her beautiful blue eyes, he could drown in them.

"Let's go with him." She whispered, and started to pull him with her. "Maybe then you are able to get some sleep." He wanted to say that would not be possible, not after what just happened. But instead he said nothing and just went with her and Jackel.

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To his surprise he fell a sleep after the moment his head thatched the pillow. Tamora and he again shared a bed, and they both woke up when the sun started to sting in their eyes. Jackel was sitting in the entrance of the tent. Nibbling on something, he didn't look over his shoulder when he said.

"Good morning, I am glad that the both of you got some rest after what happened." Tamora suppressed a yawn behind her hand, and pushed herself up. Before he knew what he was doing he grabbed her, he just wanted to look her in the eyes.

"Are you alright?" He asked and she nodded. "Are you sure?" He looked in her eyes, and he could see that the events of last night still bothered her. Hell it was bothering him. She said nothing, instead she wanted to break eye contact. "I am so sorry, Tamora. I wish I was stronger." A tear escaped his eye, what was this? He didn't cry, at least he never cried since he entered the prison. Her hand went towards to it, and she pinked it away.

"You can't protect me from everything." She whispered softly. "They were simply with too many." He shook his head, no they were not with too many. They have fought more monsters on her first day inside the prison. "And we were trying not to kill them." She said and this was where he nodded. That was true.

"But still." He said, she kissed him.

"No, Orisino. Stop blaming yourself." She said stern, easier said than done. He nodded again and let go of her arm. She pushed herself up and crawled past Jackel. Orisino followed her and sighed.

"She is right you know. Stop blaming yourself, this was not your fault. You fought every man inside this camp and there is no one in here that escaped the fight without a scratch." Jackel said. "And if there was somebody to blame, then it would be Gremio." This surprised Orisino, he knew that Gremio saved Jackel in the outside world, and that made Jackel extremely loyal to him. "You two were his guests, He should have protected you two better. Giving you a tent nearby his own, or let you two sleep in mine." Orisino nodded slowly. "But it those not matter now, what is done, is done. Now it is time for breakfast and after that we are going to the Data bank." He slapped Orisino on the shoulder.

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The area around the fire pit was deserted, none of the men or women were around.

"Gremio has sent the men on a hunting trip, to cool off. And the women have his permission to sleep in today. We can take care of our own breakfast." Jackel said, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. "I never liked the way how women are treated inside this camp, but there is nothing I can do about it." He looked at Tamora who sat down on the same spot as yesterday. "I will be right back with some bread, and left over stew." Orisino walked over to Tamora and sat down next to her. He opened his mouth...

"Don't" She said. "Do not ask me how I am doing." He closed his mouth, he was indeed about to ask her. Although he already has asked her, and he knew that she was not fine.

"Did the two love birds sleep well?" Gremio joined them, and both of them sighed. "Sorry I couldn't resist. I have killed Borachio and Fenton, by the way. No one disrespects me in my own camp. By attacking you, my guests, they disrespected me." He sat down and looked them straight in the eye. "I am sorry of course none of that should have happened at all."

"Here is the bread and stew." Jackel said, and pushed them a cup and some bread in their hands. How in the designers name did they have bread? Orisino asked himself, but he did not complain.

"We will leave, after breakfast." Gremio said, before he took a bite.