It's dangerous to be as far from civilization as this by oneself. Every human in this world knows that, which is why there are no humans from this world currently on this road, as far as the eye can see, which would probably be farther if this particular point on it didn't go straight between two hills.
Exhausted. But not yet exhausted enough to fall asleep while being raped and tortured.
She has drinking water under these conditions down pretty well by now, but she's tired enough that chewing is kind of beyond her.
She tries to scream, again, and fails, again, and struggles feebly, and fails at that too.
By that point she is - not usefully asleep, but not entirely awake either. Maybe 'delirious' is the word.
As soon as she can breathe and isn't in more than incidental amounts of pain, she succumbs to exhaustion.
The knowledge of where she is and what is happening comes back in fuzzy-edged pieces. It's another few seconds before she catches up with herself enough to relax her jaw and let him go.
It occurs to her that this isn't - personal. It's not about her in any meaningful way. In fact, if they had any sense, they would have noticed something unusual about her in the first place and would not now be relying on her good judgment to save them from being consumed by an unchecked mara. She's just - a convenient victim. A very scarce convenient victim, judging by how eager they all are to get their cocks into her by any means necessary. So is this some sort of... otherworldly enclave of sadistic shapeshifting rapists who are too deprived of easy prey to look closely at the first person who happens to cross their path? What is the point of this thing they are doing?
Somehow she suspects she's not going to get an answer to that one.
She's so tired. Maybe she should find the taste of that man's blood satisfying, but she really doesn't. She just wishes it would all go away.
But she's still not going to loose her mara on them.