You continue obeying the goblin chief. Your interactions remain minimal, he demands sexual service at least three times daily, and the rest of your time is spent in idle boredom. You eat cooked meat (avoiding anything from humanoid sources) and fresh fruits brought for the chief, bathe with river water when possible, and even groom your captor with damp cloths and sponges.

One day, you muster the courage to ask if his raiders might bring back books. He seems to ignore you, until days later, when a group delivers an entire crate of books directly to him. Without a word, he pushes it toward you.

Though the chief occasionally takes other sexual partners (slaves captured in raids), no one else earns the privilege of permanent quarters in his chambers.
Your new life isn’t terrible, you’re still imprisoned in squalid conditions, but with unique perks.

Then, the unexpected: A troll challenger arrives to claim the goblin village’s "throne." His forces clash with the chief’s followers, and the two leaders engage in brutal combat.

This chaos presents the perfect chance to flee…