**Chapter 3: The Darkness Descends**

Grimgar's cruel hands grasped Elara's waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he dragged her towards the bedroom. She stumbled, her legs trembling with fear, but he held her fast, his grip unyielding. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a small, grimy window high up on the wall, casting a faint glow over the rumpled bed. Grimgar flung Elara forward, bending her over the bed as she cried out in protest. He grasped her hips, his hands brutal as he aligned his cock with her pussy. Elara felt a wave of horror wash over her as she realized what was about to happen. She tried to struggle, but Grimgar was too strong, his body pinning her down as he began to thrust into her. The violence of his assault left Elara breathless, her body screaming in protest as he claimed her from behind. Grimgar's grunts of pleasure were like a living thing, a beast that had awoken within him, driven by a hunger for destruction and domination. Elara's cries of pain and fear were drowned out by the sound of Grimgar's triumphant laughter, his voice echoing through the room as he took her. As he finished, Grimgar stood up, his chest heaving with exertion. He turned Elara over, his eyes glinting with a sadistic light as he looked down at her. "You belong to me now," he growled, his voice dripping with malice. "And you're not the only one. All the women of Ravenshire belong to us, the bandits. They'll learn to obey us, to serve us." Elara felt a wave of despair wash over her as she realized the true extent of Grimgar's plans. She was just the beginning, a prize to be claimed and broken. The other women of the village would suffer the same fate, forced to submit to the bandits' brutal whims. Grimgar's laughter echoed through the room once more, a cold, mirthless sound that seemed to seal Elara's fate. As Grimgar turned to leave, Elara collapsed onto the bed, her body throbbing with pain and her heart heavy with despair. She knew that she would never be free again, that she would be trapped in this living nightmare, forced to endure the bandits' cruelty and violence. The darkness had descended, and it would never let her go.