Mercs can't afford a ransom so escape is their only option when captured. Otherwise it's off to the auction and a life of servitude to their new master.
Take away my sight, my hearing and my touch. Bind my legs and arms so that the only way I can sense is by tasting and smelling, or feeling through my pussy. Fill my throat and nostrils with your musk, rewire my brain so that your scent, and your cock are