It had been three days since Sophia and Ragnar met. After visiting Ragnar, Sophia had been quiet and kept to herself. She did this because she didn't want Estrid or anyone else to become suspicious of her. Estrid noticed and tried to ask her if she was alright. 

Deep down, Sophia was worried for Ragnar, but it was best not to show too much concern, especially since they both planned. It was almost night, and it was her turn to get water for the Itzvar's bath. It was an excellent opportunity for her to put the first part of the plan into motion. Ragnar memorized his village, and within the three days she would secretly visit, she would draw the map with Ragnar's instructions. It was easy to do so since Itzvar was out of the village within three days.

Itzvar has been terrorizing many villages to gain more territory or more plunder. Sophia found it sickening that he enjoyed the thrill of the kill. It was difficult to imagine how many innocent people have been killed because of Itzvar and his men. On the third day, Itvar and his Vikings returned to the village but weren't alone. To Sophia and Estrid's horror, groups of men and women were separated into groups, having their hands tied. The groups of people were spoils of undeclared war. Once they arrived, the groups were separated, and Itzvar's Vikings got a hold of the women. The men who were captured screamed and tried to go to them.

It was a painful scene to witness. The men and women could have been spouses, lovers, family, or friends. Sophia bit her lip, watching Itzvar and his men take the women away to become their slaves, concubines, or wives. The women had no say. 

However, as she finished the village map, she knew the time for Ragnar's plans was approaching. She was instructed to put the map inside a tree with an X he had carved before being captured. This meant that Ragnar had a plan; he might have been captured intentionally.

She had the map inside her dress hidden between her breasts. Sophia grabbed the wooden bucket and walked to the lake, ensuring that the guards didn't entirely focus on her from afar. The guards had been lenient but still kept an eye on her. She knew they thought she would not try to escape since she didn't know her way around. The young woman walked far from the village, ensuring she wasn't being watched. She filled the wooden bucket with water and looked around.

When no one was looking or in sight, Sophia ran to a path that led to some trees that were far away. She ran as fast as she could. Ragnar told her where the specific tree was located, and she found it. There was a hole in the middle, and she put the map inside. The goal was achieved, and she returned to get the bucket of water and then to the village. Her heart was beating rapidly, and her legs were shaky from the running and nervousness. Now, all that needed to be done was to wait.

She got to the village and walked toward Itzvar's quarters. Every step she took was a feeling of dread. The young woman didn't want to admit that Itzvar was planning something sinister for her. "I can't think negatively. Whatever he has planned, I will fight back." She arrived at the house's entrance, took a deep breath, and entered. Once inside, Sophia saw a female slave inside the large wooden tub with a naked Itzvar. She was bathing him with a cloth. The slave was slowly washing him. The female slave looked nervous but admired her eyes when she saw how well-built Itzvar was.

Itzvar turned and saw that Sophia arrived. He noticed how wide her eyes became wide open when she saw him. He smirked and looked at the female slave. "Leave." The female slave looked surprised and disappointed. However, she did what she was told. The unknown woman exited the tub, clothed herself, and left. Itzvar fully turned around, giving Sophia a full view of his body. He motioned out his hand. "Come in, woman."

Sophia's eyes were wide in terror as she saw Itzvar eyeing her with deviance. His body was muscular, with many scars. There was some hair on his chest and by his manhood. She noticed his manhood was erect as the water was dripping from it. "You like what you see, woman?"

The young woman shook her head and looked away. "I-I brought your water. Now, I will take my leave."

"Who said you could leave, woman?"

"I didn't ask for your permission. I brought what you asked for, and I completed my task." Before she could leave, Sophia felt a quick gust of wind go past her. Looking ahead, she saw an axe thrown past her, hitting the wall. The axe almost hit her; Itzvar was trying to make a point to her. She glanced back at him and noticed another axe in hand. Sophia was ready to die in this situation, but now that she had helped Ragnar with an escape plan, she didn't want to die.

Not yet.

"You will bathe me tonight."

She glared at him. "If I refuse? Will you kill me? I know that you won't since you have such a desire to tame me. You animal."

Itzvar let out an amused chuckle. "Then your little slave friend will pay for it. I hear the two of you are close and help one another. Do you want to see her suffer? I have so much planned for her if you refuse."

This made Sophia terrified. She didn't want Estrid to suffer. "F-Fine! You coward, using blackmail!"

Itzvar ignored her, motioned her to come closer, and then sat in a wooden tub. "You will scrub me clean."

Sophia wanted to slash his throat badly but did as Itzvar told her. As she was warming the water by the fire, she could feel Itzvar looking at her. It made her uncomfortable. Once the water was warm, she went to Itzvar and slowly poured the warm water. He groaned as the water hit his entire body. "Clean my body, woman."

She saw the rag on the wooden tub, drenched it with water and other herbs, and began to scrub his upper body. The young woman couldn't believe how hard his chest was. She hated to admit it, but she was impressed. But in her mind, Itzvar was still a ruthless brute to her who would take anything by force. Itzvar arched his head back as he felt her hands on his shoulders and chest. Her touch alone was making him hard. The water was covering his erection.

Sophia got a wooden bowl and put it beneath his head. She then got a jug of water and began to wet his hair. The Viking felt at ease as the water trailed down his hair but rather enjoyed her fingers on it. The young woman thought she was done, and as she was going to stand, Itzvar held her arm. "You are not yet finished; you must clean the other part."

Her eyes became wide. "You got to be joking! I will not do that! I would rather you slap me again!"

"Either you do as you are told, or I will force you in my bed! Choose wisely, woman. I have never been so lenient to a slave."

Sophia got her arm off his grip. "I will not take part in your sick and twisted game! You wash!"

Itzvar smirked as he stood up from his bath. Sophia saw him in full glory, slowly exited the tub, and walked towards her. "You know, I do like a challenge. It excites me to wonder how your lips will feel on my cock."

That was it; she began to run out, but Itzvar captured her. She was held onto his body and forcibly motioned to another room, his chambers. "No!" she yelled and screamed. However, she was thrown onto the bed as Itzvar got on her. He kissed her neck, held the upper part of the dress, and ripped it. Sophia almost exposed her breasts since she was squirming to get out of his grip.

"Yes, I like it when a woman struggles." He tried lifting her skirt as he also got between her legs.

Sophia yelled. "No! Get off of me!" She felt the tip of his cock on her entrance and feared it was the end.

Then...

Screaming was heard outside.