...Huh?
Where am I?
This doesn't feel familiar at all...
I think...
By the feeling of it, I'm captured...Wait- what?
This isn't right!
What the heck?My hands...
They're tied above me...And my ankles are tied together as well...
My mouth is taped shut and I'm blindfolded...
I can't remember anything...
What's going on?
"Ah, I see you're awake now..." A rough voice says from behind me.
"How are you feeling, my dear?"I grit my teeth and a rush of adrenaline runs through me.
"Oi, boss! The broad's awake now!"
"Shut up! I'm steering!"
An even rougher voice yells.So we're in a moving wagon of some sort?
Hm."R-right, my apologies sir."
I hear shuffling until the first voice calls someone.
"Shrimp! Get over here!""Y-yes sir?"
A young boy's voice answers sheepishly."I want you to rip of the tape from that girl's mouth. Do it hard, make her feel pain." The rough voice laughs a bit.
From what I heard, the boy was flustered.
"S-sir, I'm not- I-I mean I can't- P-please understand that I am-""Silence fool, do as I say!"
He snapped at the boy."Yes sir!" The boy shrunk back.
I felt footsteps coming towards me.
When the boy's hand touched my face, I felt him shaking.
"I'm so sorry..." He breathed out silently.Then, with a single tear, he ripped the tape off my mouth.
I wanted to yell as the sting of it still lingered on my lips, but I refrained from doing so.
"Aye, good job, boy." The first voice laughed out loud.
"Nh..." I could tell. The boy felt bad.
I took a few breaths.
This was scaring me.I have no idea where I am.
I'm kidnapped.
I'm in a wagon.
I'm with three people from what I know.
And they're not good people either.
Well, I think."So... What's your name, girl? Or do you forget?" The rough voice approaches me and touches my cheek with the back of his cold hand.
I don't answer.
I won't give in to these freaks.
I felt a hard blow across the face.
He had slapped me."Answer me!"
He shouted, kneeing me in the stomach as well.
A hard blow.
It hurt.I scoffed and coughed up a little blood.
"..I won't tell you anything...""Heh. Is little miss princess afraid?"
He smirked.
Though I couldn't see it, I knew he was."Don't touch me..." I warned.
He replied sternly.
"No woman will tell me what to-"Before he finished, I bit his finger as hard as I could as it crossed over my lip.
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A Little Thing Called Rejection
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