My Angel of Mercy

Ch.12: Please don't let me die

The further into the woods we went, the more afraid I became.
"Sophia..we have to get out of here" I whispered to my horse who was also shaking in fear.
"She's over here!" I heard one of them shout.
"We'll grab her you idiot!!" The man in purple snapped.
I gasped and quickly rode away from them. My heart was pounding and I could barely breathe as I held onto the regins for dear life.
Up ahead I could see an opening out of the woods.
"Come-on girl, we're almost there" I gasped.
But before we could reach the opening, a hard object hit me in the back of my shoulder.
I screamed in pain as I fell to the hard ground.
Pain filled my whole body as I lay there. My head throbbed in pain, my knee that was previously hurt was now bleeding once more. And the left side of my face was scratched and most likely bleeding as well. I could only watch as my precious Sophia ran off without me.
"..Sophia...Get home safe" I whispered to myself as I tried to pick myself up from the ground. But despite my efforts, the pain in my body consumed me and I could nearly move.
Gritting my teeth, I used my one free arm to pull myself further towards the entrance. But the pain was so horrible, it brought tears to my eyes.
I mentally yelled at myself to use my damn feet. To run, to scream for help, to do something!
But next thing I knew I was yanked from the ground by my hair and pinned against a nearby tree.
I cringed in pain as the bark from the tree scratched my skin. I did my best to kick and defend myself, but the men held me in place and forced me to look at them.
"You brought this on yourself you stupid brat" the gypsy man said before reaching into his coat and taking out a long, sharp dagger.
I pleaded with them and shook my head no and cried until my vision went blurry.
But nothing I said or did seemed to have any affect on them.
"Please Pat, please don'tet them kill me" I whispered to myself as I felt the blade of the dagger get closer and closer to the skin of my neck. And the burning sensation of the cut as my neck began to bleed.
I was inches away from death...but death never came.
All I remember next is, the men becoming very scared as a black stallion rose towards them.
"This isn't over!" The man said to me before letting me go and running away with the other men into the woods.
There I was once again, laying on the ground, and holding my bleeding neck.
I began to slip in and out of consciousness, as a pair of arms wrapped around me and told me to "Hold on."