Gunnar growled with satisfaction as the flames engulfed the village, the screams of the dying only serving to amplify the adrenaline coursing through his veins. His Berserker frenzy was in full swing, the haze of rage and bloodlust clouding his judgment. The crackle of burning wood mixed with the metallic scent of blood filled the air, creating a symphony of destruction that made his fangs ache with anticipation.

It wasn't until he heard a faint whispering over the chaos that he paused, his head cocking as he tried to discern the source. The sound was delicate yet persistent, cutting through the roar of fire and death like a blade through flesh. He followed the sound to a burning house, where a woman had taken refuge, kneeling on the ground amidst the cinders and ash. The heat was oppressive, making sweat bead on his scarred skin, but her hair stood out like a beacon in the darkness, her prayer a mix of desperation and defiance.

Gunnar's eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued. This one was different, perhaps there was more to her than just another peasant. Approaching with the grace of a predator, he lifted her by the hair and yanked her to her feet. The scent of fear emanated from her like perfume, making his nostrils flare. He could see the fear in her eyes, the way she trembled, but there was also a glint of strength that he found intriguing.

"Who do you pray to, bitch?" he demanded, his voice guttural and commanding. He circled her, letting his eyes roam over her form, taking in her curves and beautiful frame. It was clear she was no delicate flower, and that intrigued him. With a savage grin, Gunnar decided to add some entertainment to his evening. He wrapped his large, scarred hand around her throat, his fingers digging into the tender flesh as he felt her pulse quicken beneath his touch.

"You'll be coming with me," he snarled, the promise of violence lingering in the air. "Once we're back at the village, we'll see just how much you can handle."

With a chuckle, Gunnar threw the woman over his shoulder, her body pressing against his back as he turned to leave the burning house, not sparing a glance as the roof caved in behind them. She was about to have her world turned upside down, and Gunnar couldn't wait to see the fear in her eyes when he claimed her as his prize.