Belle's POV
Before I can even scream, or flinch, or move, or run, something very hard slams against my forehead and I am unconscious. That's right-twice in a row. I'm not proud...
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Belle's body goes limp as blood starts to leak out of her skull. It was a rock that was thrown at her-those are the things that can do permanent damage to a 10 year old, especially when they are in the possession of a large, merciless, bandit. One of the bandits hastily stuffs her body in an old sack-a sack with large breathing holes and a foul smelling odor, the kind that can't be easy to get rid of.
"Umm. I think you hit her too hard." One of the bandits hands over the blood covered rock to his aggressive partner, who is probably even more so from all the alcohol consumption.
"Nah. It's good to bleed-it's healthy." He just shrugs as he turns over the rock, trying his best efforts to stop the blood thirsty smile that threatens to escape his lips, as he oh-so-mercilessly ties the sack with one big double knot and heaves it over his shoulder -as if it is a sack of potatoes, not a sack with a girl trapped inside.
"(sighs) Come on. We got a long trip ahead of us."
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