Enslaved by barbarians
Caroline's sword sliced through the vines like a raging inferno, decimating them in her wake. An adrenaline surge ran through her veins, and she felt sweat run down her face like a roaring river. Her golden locks stuck to her skin like glowing embers of molten steel, and with each thrust of her expertly trained blade, her leather skirt clung to her toned muscles like a second skin. The air filled with fury as she lashed out at the vines sprouting from the ground. With each swing of her blade...