A Viking Story

Chapter 3

Thyra was thrown into the room, Skarde locked the door behind them. "So you're just gonna go straight to fucking? What a romantic husband." She purred, she was hoping to avoid rape as long as she could. He chuckled, "Gods woman, you are strong willed! I will do as I please, when I wish, and who I want. You have no say in the matter. Must I stick my cock in your mouth or will you fucking shut up." He threatened. She was ready to retort but knew it would only make matters worse.

He backed her into a corner, "I'm gonna make you mine" He stated before grabbing her and dragging her to the bed. She kicked and punched but it was to no avail, he was much stronger than her and her blows barely fazed him. He threw her onto the bed, she had never been so thankful she wasn't fond of dresses. A wicked grin spread across his face as he stared down at his new fuck toy, she was gonna be fun to break. Thyra tried scooting to the headboard, he reached down grabbing onto her ankle forcing her closer to him. "You can't run from me, little bunny. I will have you but first you need to learn a few things."

He roughly flipped her over, securing her hands behind her back, "You will do as you're told, without question." He tied her wrist with a rope, ensuring it was tight then continued down to her ankles, bending her legs till her feet touched her ass. "If you behave I won't punish you and you can live a comfortable life, if you defy me then you will feel my wrath and be quite..." he tightened the rope, "...Uncomfortable."

Thyra spit at him as she fought against her bounds. He cursed, punching her in the ribs. "We'll see how you feel about all this after a few hours of being tied." He rose from the bed, grabbing a pitcher of water, "Cool down bitch!" he threw the water on her, "You don't need to be pissing me off, it will only make me want to hurt you more and neither of us really want that, do we?"

She refused to answer him, bracing for another blow but instead she just heard the door slam and she was left alone, soaked, pissed, and scared. Her mind raced, how could see get free, should she even try, she didn't put it past him to kill her. Where would she even go if she did escape, but if she didn't at least try then he would come back and have his way and who knows how long he planned on keeping her tied up. It wasn't in her to give up, she was more scared than she had ever been but she had to push that fear away and fight with everything in her even if it led to her death.

Her hands were fairly close to her feet, if she could give herself just a little bit of slack she could start untying herself. She bent her back hissing in pain from her bruised ribs but was now determined that nothing would stand in her way. She could feel the tie, using the few fingers that were reaching, she started loosening the rope. Distress began to cloud her movements, it felt like it was taking forever, frantically she pushed her middle finger through one of the gaps and she pulled, the rope did not give and she cried out as her finger snapped and broke.

Thyra began to hyperventilate, she was panicking, what if she couldn't get loose and he found her with the rope slightly untied, and he would see her broken finger, knowing she could endure pain he would surely beat her repeatedly till she was about to collapse and then he would have his way with there being no way for her to fight back. She took a deep breath, letting her emotions get the best of her would only ensure she stayed captive, she had to gather herself and push on past the worry and the pain.

She continued slower and focused on the task, overtime making headway and eventually untying her feet. She stretched her legs out, her muscles already sore, now she had to free her wrists which were still bound behind her. Skarde hadn't noticed her tight fists as he fought to bind her, now she had some wiggle room and after working her wrists back and forth she was able to slip the rope completely off.

She grabbed his knife, a half loaf of bread, and some mead as there was no water left in the room. She was about to head out the door when she saw a cloak hanging on the wall, it was basic enough so no one would recognize it and it would allow her to cover her face. Slinging it on she heard footsteps walking towards the door, she was fucked, taking the knife from her belt she stood where the door would hide her once he came in. She closed her eyes, she would have to kill him if she was going to truly defend herself.

A/N Not as long of a chapter but wanted to get it published and am excited to keep working on this book as I can, working two jobs has been keeping me busy but I'm starting to find time to sit down and write again.