In your humiliating and disgusting state, you can only hate what you've become. It is clear that Tarzan has not met Jane, at least not yet, and the ape man has enormous bodily needs. He is a paragon of male virility and his reproductive organs clearly live up to the Lord Of The Jungle's reputation. As soon as you can feel his penis twitch, you groan, knowing that your own personal horror is about to come. As he masturbates, Tarzan sweats profusely and he grunts in joyful abandon. You feel his very large testicles squish against you again and again, and if you move against them, it makes him come even faster and harder. When you rebel - or rather try to - you can only twitch feebly and this rubbing makes happy groans and moans come out of his mouth. He pats you in appreciation and that's all the the thanks you get. Your life has become a living nightmare and the best you can have is a sort of strange light sleep as Tarzan himself gets his own rest or when the ape man stays still and that you are bored enough. Because that is your life, either humiliated with sperm and masturbation or bored out of your mind. You barely get to see anything of any interest. You curse the day you got that awful sentence. This is definitely worse than jail! However, you are so selfish that you cannot understand that in fact, considering your terrible crime against that poor young woman that was killed by you, you do deserve everything you hate right now.
One day, after a completely unknown length of time - way too long to your taste anyway - while Tarzan is eating bananas on the ground, you got snatched away. Taken. After a few deft movement from a knife cutting away at your own seams. You feel a breeze as you are taken in the air, in the grasps of fingers. Old, gnarled fingers. It is an old woman bearing a wide toothless smile and leaning on a stick that has you now. Tarzan is naked in front of her, frowning. He does not feel embarrassed at his naked crotch being out for everyone to see. But why should he be? Everyone's naked here anyway. You can see that this old woman is smoking a pipe and has many things dangling from her body, like amulets, jewels and pouches. She is clearly a witch. A witch doctor. But what does she want? Does she know what you are? Is she a friend or an enemy? Does she like Tarzan? What does she want to do with you? You really can't be in a worse situation than as Tarzan's filthy loincloth, right?