Some hours later, covered in the mans seed as well as her own sweat in fear she turned her head grunting slightly, the doctor had gone leaving to sleep in the house above her. She turned her head to look at the nails through her hands and began slowly easing her hand over the head of the nail, groaning in pain “ahhhhhhhh” she grit her teeth determinedly sighing as she managed to get her hand off the nail, using that hand to pull out the other nails she got up falling down with a scream, the destroyed flesh around her thighs paining her. Not caring about the fact that she was without clothes she made her way up the stairs slowly biting onto her fist to keep from screaming out with pain at the aching searching sensation that ran up her legs, she held a hand to the incisions on her lower abdomen while her other hand leant against the wall to help steady her. Climbing out of the cellar shutters she gasped for breath the bright afternoon sunset hitting her face harshly her hand that had been touching the stairs came up to shield her eyes, she took a couple of steps nearly hitting the fence before she regained her balance. Staring around blearily she found a spot where she could get underneath the fence, getting down she wriggled under every effort and movement enough to make her bite into her fist to mask the screams that she gave, her fist was bruised and bloody when she was finally on the other side. Turning her head toward the harbour she slowly and painfully dragged herself back there taking the darker streets and alleys to draw less attention to her. The raw flesh that was still drenched in the oil made her moan in pain as she panted sitting in an alley way. A sound of anger made her glance up annoyance flashing in her eyes, oh great now the torturer had found out that she had gone and was after her. This just really made her day, getting up she began forcing herself to move again nearly hunched over double with pain, she paused by a vendor and cut off several thick locks of her hair to pay for a shawl. Draping the shawl over her body she nodded her thanks to the old lady who ran the vendor before she continued on, the rough fabric of the shawl rubbing against her shoulders but at least it concealed most of her nakedness therefor making it easier for her to hide within the masses. Hearing the heavy running footsteps she swore assuming that he was following her noticeable blood trail she squeezed herself into a dark corner biting down on her fist to keep her from wailing siren like as her calf muscles touched her raw flesh that was pulsing with every single breath that she took. The man’s stickiness that had long since cooled and stuck to her made her feel repulsed and filthy, at least he had not taken her the way Roses admirer had. Calming her breathing down she watched through loathing dark green eyes as the man hurried this way and that before appearing to give up and go a different way, pushing herself up and walking forward nearly stumbling she winced biting her fist hard again. She pushed herself forward relying on her sheer determination and surprising courage that forced her own so that she could rest when she got back to the ship, she grunted with pain tripping over an upturned stone that caused her to slam forward into the muddied ground. She laid there her head ringing, gasping for air and in pain she closed her eyes wanting to give up before she realised that if she did give up and die then Liam would have lost both her and his son. Gritting her teeth she muttered to herself “this is why I shouldn’t have stowed away on that ship” however she got up even if it was slowly and painfully obvious to an observer who was watching from the shadows that every single part of the woman, muscle, tissue and bone was tired, filled with pain and despair. Making her way through the crowded streets her fist shoved into her mouth to mask the groans and whines of pain that made their way subconsciously out of her mouth she was barely a block away from the ship when the doctor decided to make his move. Bursting out of the shadows rather fancily he began running after her, glancing over her shoulder at the heavy footfalls her eyes flashed with fear and despair before she slammed her fist into her wounded legs falling forward she used this momentum to begin running not able to scream in pain as all of her thoughts were directed toward getting to the ship so that she would be away from her tormenter. Using the last of her energy to put on a spurt of speed she made it to the docks ignoring the shocked looks she ran up the gangplank beginning to climb trying to get out of the doctors reach, half way up the rigging her energy gave out and she clung there whimpering in pain like a dog that has been beaten to a pulp. The doctor stopped his lips drawing back in a hiss before he backed up and turned heading back into the depths of the city
