I awake with the sun straight over head. I shut my eyes tight again after realizing how bright it is. There is a dizzying ache on my forehead and I reach up to feel a bump there and discover that my hands have been tied at the wrists to the wagon above my head similar to how the girl was bound. My memory comes back to me and the pain I had before doubles.
I pull against the rope with all my might but nothing budges. I want to yell out and get someone’s attention but I know in this camp I’d only get the attention of the people that took me prisoner.
“Look who’s finally woken up!” a voice exclaims. I turn my head to glance at the man, ignoring the pain that is aching at every movement.
“Where is she?” I ask him.
“Don’t worry, we haven’t found your little girlfriend… yet”, he smirks down at me. “You know, I should thank you for getting rid of that girl. We had her one night – only one night, and she pissed me off, and everyone else! Screaming, kicking, and scratching. Oh, and can’t forget that she kept everyone awake the whole night. But she was the boss’s toy. We weren’t allowed to touch her…”
He keeps talking about the girl and what the boss says he wanted to do with her, but I don’t listen. I keep my eyes peeled for any opportunity of escape but I can’t do anything with my hands bound to the wagon. I have to move off somehow – any excuse that can get me untied from the wagon would help.
It is then that a sudden unease in my bladder has occurred to me.
The man guarding me is still talking, as if talking to himself now. “I have to piss…” I mumble. He stops abruptly and looks down on me with a confused look on his face.
“What did you say?” he asks with an honest look of confusion on his face.
I turn my face away and mumble louder for him to hear, “I said I have to piss.”
“Oh!” He looks uncomfortable now standing above me. Reaching above me, he unties the rope binding my hands to the wagon, but leaves the rope that hold my hands tied together. “Well I’ll let you go behind a tree instead of soiling yourself as thanks for getting rid of that girl – but don’t get used to it! The boss would never allow that!”
“Okay”, I say.
He has finished untying me from the wagon and drags me to my feet. As I take my first step I hadn’t realized how much of an awkward position my legs have been in and how numb they were so I stumble forward and fall in the ground. Dust goes flying along my front and into my face but I manage to close my eyes in time to avoid any of the dust getting into them. As I open my eyes again, I see a larger than usual rock on the ground that is the size of my palm.
I grab the rock as I push myself off the ground, keeping it out of sight from my guard.
“I’m sorry”, I mutter as I gain my feet again. “I didn’t know how numb my legs were.”
“Just hurry up and take your damn piss before the boss gets back!” He grumbles to me.
I take a few more steps to the camps edge where the end of the clearing is then I hear voices travelling through the forest from my side. I turn back to my guard and look him in the eye. He is confused – he hasn’t heard the voices obviously.
“Sounds like your boss is back”, I say to him. He looks at me confused and then the voices drifting from the forest became clear.
“How could you let her get away? Useless! You’re all absolutely useless! Have you thought of maybe tracking her?” My guard is looking in the direction of the voices now, away from me.
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Chosen: A Warriors Trial Fit for a Thief
FantasyI live in a world where the Gods and Goddesses have chosen humans as their soldiers to protect the world from sinners and demons alike. The Gods and Goddesses choose these men and women because of the courage and bravery they show on their faces...