The systematic "sofetning up" went on for a day or so. I wasn't offered food; purged I think it's called. And i was raped more than once. I was done for. I could aslo smell food being prepared, out of the corner of my cell I could see a very large elf sized cauldron bubbling away. I've lived a fair while now and can honestly say that this was the only time when I've been captured that I felt that imminent death was the only outcome. I could see no escape - only "Elf au Vin", "Pottage with Elf" or just plain "Elf with 40 cloves of Garlic". The junior Orc came to gloat at me a few times and I got the impression that his life was as unpleasant as mine. I could hear him being slapped about and generally mis-treated, though I couldn't find much sympathy for him. I gave him a weak smile everytime he came in to piss on me, which I assumed was his way of getting back at his tormentors - glad to be useful small friend !