She could have been...
Grace just stared at him, eyes wide in a new sort of horror.
"Was that why they...?" Grace pressed a hand to her mouth and she shuffled backwards, if she hadn't been a virgin, she knew. In her bones she knew that's what would have happened to her. Looking at her arms, her legs, there wasn't a bruise on her.
Because she was a present. To this man. Orc.
"What do I call you?" She finally asked, looking at possibly the only sane creature around here.