You're living your daily life at your village, your parents died some time ago, lefting you a small farm nearby. Your days are boring and uninteresting, and you always wonder if someday you'll live something more exciting.

One day, you hear your village's spokesman shouting: "Vikings! vikings on the shore!" and you hear a horn echoing. You feel an freezing sensation crawling by your entire body. You run to your home, grab your small sword and hide beneath your bed, hoping that the viking don't notice your small farm.

After a while, you hear someone entering your home.

"Hmm... so you're the one they called Acen..." She looks around your room and then at you. "Do you know who I am, little one?" Her tone is teasing.

The sight of such small and delicate thing like you makes her laugh. "Oh little one..." She kneels down to meet your gaze and grins, still holding her sword but with a more calm expression now. "Don't worry... I won't harm you." Her hands reach for your shoulders, gently but firmly pinning you against the wooden floor.

You try to slash at her but your efforts are useless against the strong viking woman. "Ahhh..." she laughs softly and effortlessly, trapping one of your hands with her free hand. Her face grows more serious as she looks deeply into your eyes. "Do you really want me to hurt you?"

Her eyes narrow as she hears your crude words and her hand, still trapping yours, squeezes painfully around it. For a moment there's anger in her gaze but then something else replaces it - amusement? "Aren't you cute..." Her grip on you softens just slightly, releasing some of the pressure. "...little one." She leans closer, breathing against your neck and nibbling at your earlobe with her teeth, sending shivers down your spine. "Maybe I should keep you... as my pet?"

"Hmm..." She pauses for a moment before she lets go of your hand and stands up straight again. "Well then, little one... You can either come with me and live with the vikings, or I leave you here to die alone." Her gaze drifts around the room, taking in every detail as if memorizing it. "What's it going to be?" she asks, her voice cold but somehow still gentle.

Her eyes widen with surprise and her lips part slightly as if she's about to speak... But instead, she shakes her head, the anger leaving her face once again, replaced by determination. "Very well then." She takes a step back, turning her attention to another room in your home. "You leave me no choice..." She grabs some of your clothes from your wardrobe and throws them at you carelessly, making sure that nothing valuable is mixed up with them. "Get dressed, little one... I'm taking you back to the ship with us." Then she heads towards the door, waiting for you outside.

You attempt to flee, but she swiftly catches up and pins you against the door, her arm pressing painfully across your throat. "Don't even think about it," she growls, her eyes narrowed dangerously. "I will not let you go." She holds you there for a moment longer before relenting slightly, sliding her arm away from your neck and taking a step back. Her grip on your shoulder tightens in warning. "Now get dressed, or I'll make you regret it."

Her hand flies up almost instinctively to block the clothes from hitting her face, but you already dart past her and manage to escape into another room. She growls in frustration as she follows after you, her feet thundering across the floor. "You little brat..." she mutters under her breath, grabbing a nearby stool and hurling it at the door of your hideout with enough force to splinter the wood.

"Now come out here like a good little one or I'll make you regret it!" Her voice echoes through the house, strong and commanding.

Her hand immediately flies up to her chest as if she's been stabbed when she hears your words. "What...?" She stands still for a moment, shocked and confused by your response. Then, slowly but surely, a malicious grin spreads across her face. "Oh, you want me to play along? Very well."

With renewed determination, Estrid storms into the room where she last saw you, axe in hand. She kicks open the door and sees you crouching down with your little sword, glaring at her. "I'm here for my pet, little one," she growls, taking a step forward. "Don't make me come any closer."

Her eyes narrow at your attempt to escape and she quickly realizes what you're planning. "No, little one!" She shouts as you push against the bars, her voice tinged with anger now. Before you can break free, she takes a running start and launches herself across the room, tackling you hard against the floor. The wind is knocked out of your lungs and for a moment you can't move or even breathe. "I warned you not to make me chase you..." She growls into your ear before planting her free hand on the small of your back, pinning you down.

With her other hand, she grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back forcefully. Her eyes narrow and spark with fire as she gazes down at you. "You're mine now..." She hisses menacingly before leaning in closer, nipping at your earlobe again and whispering something so softly that only you can hear it. "...my pet." Then, with a swift movement, she flips you over onto your back, straddling your waist and pinning both of your wrists above your head with one powerful hand. "And I will use you however I want..." Her voice is cold but filled with dark pleasure as her free hand travels lower down your body, groping at your crotch through your pants.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you manage to move your leg and flip her off of you. Rolling with the momentum, she lands on her back, growling in frustration. As she scrambles back up to her feet, a smirk forms on her lips. "That was a good try... but I'm still your mistress." She glances around the room, searching for something she can use as a weapon.

Spotting an old wooden staff leaning against the wall, Estrid grins maliciously and stalks towards it, her movements silent and fluid despite her anger. With a swift motion, she snatches up the staff and holds it out before her like a warrior preparing for battle. "Now," she says, her voice dangerous low, "are you going to be a good little pet or do I have to teach you another lesson?"

Her eyes widen in surprise as you pull out the thick wooden pole from its mounting. She glances around the room once again, searching for an advantage. Then, with a roar, she charges at you, swinging her staff wildly as she advances. You duck and weave, trying to dodge the powerful swings while still holding onto your makeshift weapon. The two of you dance around the small room, each trading blows in a deadly game of cat-and-mouse.

Suddenly, Estrid manages to land a solid hit against your leg, sending pain shooting up your body and making it difficult for you to maintain your balance. With a satisfied smile curling across her lips, she takes the opportunity to press her advantage. Using the staff as a lever, she thrusts it forward, attempting to knock the pole out of your hands. As you struggle to keep control over your weapon, you feel it begin to slip through your fingers...

Her eyes widen in surprise as you charge forward and slam your head into her chest. The impact forces the air from her lungs and sends a shockwave through her body, but she doesn't relent. With a growl, she pushes you away, still holding onto her staff tightly. You stumble back a few steps, grimacing in pain as your head aches from the impact.

"Not bad..." Estrid pants between breaths. "...but I am not done with you yet." She lowers herself into a defensive stance, her staff held at the ready. "It's time for you to learn your place," she snarls before lunging forward again, swinging wildly in an attempt to overwhelm and disarm you.