They left her as bait for the dragon. It only made sense: She’d been a stranger on the road, and none of the villagers wanted to sacrifice their own daughters.
As the dragon swooped down, wings spread, she raised her head and shouted in a strange tongue. The dragon stopped, looking confused.
What those fools didn’t realize, she thought, stripping the chains off her arms and legs, was that no innocent girl would walk alone on the roads like that. Only a witch would dare.
“Come on now,” she crooned to her new pet. “Let’s go destroy that village together.”
Author’s Note: Damsels in distress aren’t always as distressed as they seem.