“What will happen to Freddie?" She glanced at Gregory as she spoke, fearful of his reaction. The male didn't seem to mind.

“He will work there with the waste. He will sleep in a cage. He will die young. The work is hard. The air is dangerous." She didn't seem overly bothered about the nature of Freddie's fate as she spoke. "The pit is for traitors, backstabbers and those without honour."

Janette nibbled nervously on her Lower lip.

"I'LL ask if he can be released tomorrow." Gregory spoke up.

Janette looked at him, her eyes wide with shock at the declaration. "I...Greg you don't have to. I know what he did. I was just..." She trailed off with a Little shrug of her own.

“You don't want him to die down there. I have to admit since the guy tried to kill me his safety hasn't been high on my list of things to do..." Gregory was interrupted by a sudden feral growl.

Algra moved quickly to her feet and started out of the tent.

Gregory and Janette looked between each other and then bolted up after her.

“Algra, wait!" He called after her as the orc marched toward the cages nearby the pit.

She didn't stop, even when she passed a rack of very large swords belonging to the merchant and snatched one up she didn't break her stride.

“I said wait.“ Gregory's voice was quieter, closer to her ear as his arms wrapped around her from behind. The orc froze, the look in her eyes wasn't entirely dissimilar to the one that had been there when they had fist met. The green beauty quite clearly had some extreme violence in mind.

Janette stopped and watched as the man slowly and carefully took the sword from his orcish lover and dropped it on the ground. He then turned her in his arms and kissed her cheek and then her lips, stifling the inferno of rage within the woman's eyes.

“He should be dead. I will tear out his eyes for trying to kill you.” Algra grumbled.

“No you won't

His smile made the orc relax and Janette found she could finally breathe again. Apparently Algra didn't take kindly to attempts on her master's Life.

" Gregory firmly stated.

“But thanks for trying.”

“Hey...HEY! Guys! Jan!" A weak throaty voice came from the direction of the cages.

Gregory turned to see the filth smeared face of Freddie poking his head through the bars in one of the cages that he shared with three orcs. He didn't look well.

Algra let out the unmistakable growl of a lioness at the sight of him and Janette Lifted her hand to her mouth in sudden shock.

"Jan, you gotta get me out of here baby." Freddie pleaded.

“These sick things don't have a clue who they're messing with. As soon as we get out I'm...fuck, is that the freak? What the hell are you doing with him?"

Gregory had almost felt sorry for Freddie as he watched the guy pleading for his release. As soon as he had recognised who was with his former girlfriend however his face took on that expression of inexplicable loathing that it had when he'd hunted Gregory in the park. Madness darkened his eyes and he begun to ferociously rattle the bars like a caged animal.

"You bitch! I'll fucking kill you! I'll rip your throat out! Come here now and get me out of this shit pen or I swear..." Freddie ranted.

“Or what Freddie?" Janette took a few steps up to where Algra and Gregory were watching the caged man with disgust.