Wild

5

*Normani*
My feet bragged against the cool stone of the floor as I was bragged towards handcuffs that hung from the roof. The floor around it was stained crimson red and I assumed my blood would soon become the next coat. My hands were lifted above my head and locked in place before I was left alone.

I don't know how long I hung there for, my feet barley scrapping along the ground, before a women walked in accompanied by a tall masked man. His jawline was strong and prominent along with the muscles of his arms and stomach that weren't covered by his think armor of animals fur and bones. The women approached me in long strides full of confidence and authority.
"I am Lexa, Commander of the tree people," she said walking around me, observing me, "This is Dirk of the tree people," she said motioning to the man that followed her in. "Who are you?" She asked returning to her original position in front of me. I looked at the ground attempting to make a noise in the form of words but every time I opened my mouth to speak I just breathed out. "Who are you?" She asked in a louder voice as Dirk slapped me causing my cheek to bleed and run down my face in crimson streaks like tears.
"N Normani," I said in a weak voice. I wish it came out stronger, that I could pretend I wasn't afraid but I was.
"Were are you from Normani?" She continued, green eyes burning into my brown. Searching for answers to questions not yet asked.
"Houston, Texas," my voice came out stronger and I maintained eye contact with her.
"What is your purpose for being here?" She asked as she began to walk around my hanging body again.
"I don't know," I said. Unsure of what events had lead me to the place I currently was at.
"Who are your people?!" She yelled at me as I received another slap across the face. My head hung low as blood dripped from my face to the stained floor below.

*Rusty*
It had been an hour since Normani was dragged off. Her screams and cries for help echoed through the forest bouncing around and echoing, torturing us, before they suddenly stopped. The door to the hut opened and she was dragged along the floor leaving drops of blood in a trail behind her the whole way to a wooden cage towards the edge of the village. When they returned they took ahold of a now conscious Dinah. Her eyes bulged with fear and looked around at the villagers in the hopes that one would help.
"Take me!" I screamed, stopping them mid process of dragging her to the hut. Their leader, Lexa, glared at me before turning to the men.
"You heard her," she said as they dragged Dinah back and tied her to the tree again. I nodded at her to say it's ok as they untied me and I fell to the floor. Strong hands wrapped around my arms tugging me towards the hut. Before the doors shut I caught sight of Lauren and Camila's hands intwined, struggling to reach each other yet still connected. I smiled at their gesture and felt comfort wash over me. We were strong, we would survive because we had each other.

I was tied to the roof by my hands, my feet barley touched the floor making my shoulders feel like they could pop out of my sockets. The commander introduced herself, even though I already knew her name before introducing the strong man beside her.
"Who are you?" She asked in a strong voice. I just looked at the ground, refusing to answer. She attacked me and the girls, for all I know she killed Normani and now she is going to torture me for no reason. "I said, who are you!?" She said raising her voice as Dirk dug his blade into my leg.
"Wouldn't you like to know," I said with a smirk. She nodded her head at Dirk and he removed the knife from my leg before kicking my leg and I heard a crack sound as I screamed in pain. My leg bangled awkwardly as pain shot up my leg.
"Let's try this again, your name?"
"Rusty," I said venomously as I spat on her face. She used her hand to wipe it off and got her own knife out running it slowly along my cheek as blood ran down it in thick streams.
"What a shame," she said, her eyes distant as she cleaned her knife on my shirt, "such a strong spirit for a weak mind," she came closer to me and put her hands in my short pockets as if searching for something important. "Where's your pass?"
"My pass," I asked confused as she continued to search.
"Every soldier has a pass," she replied stepping away from me.
"I'm no soldier."
"How did you get here?" Her eyes observed me. Scanning my face as if it'd give her answers. I opened my mouth to reply but was interrupted by a loud horn sounding. She turned to Dirk.
"The soldiers!" She yelled before running out of the hut with Dirk in tow.