As Bard greatened the distance between himself and Kat from the cage the more Lizzy's aching body kept crashing against the hard boards. The thought that maybe she shouldn't have angered him didn't really cross her mind. Well it did, but the thought didn't linger for more than a brief, if that, second. Instead hot rage bubbled up inside her, threatening to spill at each bump her body took.
Bringing her sweaty palm against the arm latched roughly onto her she sunk her fingernails in, dragging the digits down his arm as roughly as she could. It didn't take more than couple seconds for a reaction came. Sure it wasn't the exact reaction she'd been hoping for, as in shock turning into him letting her go, but things just hadn't been going her way today. The angry growl that escaped his plump lips was only the tip of the ice burg. Bringing his free hand towards her it quickly connected with her face in a sickening crack, letting her fall to the ground.
Falling to the ground with a pitiful yelp Lizzy hit the ground with a sickening thud. Well at least he'd let her go, right? Slowly peaking her eyes open against the dizziness that seemed to envelop her she caught site of the angry scarlet beads that trailed down his arm. Despite the blow at least she'd managed to hurt him. With his presumed years in battle it wasn't much, but at this point she was grasping at whatever was within reach.
"Now, if you're ready to act like a civilized human being, why don't we go to my tent?" Bard growled, anger clearly lacing his tone as his stormy gaze bore down on her, sending a chill down even her spine. He was a mighty warrior. Treating her like this was only in response to her behavior. She should have just respected him.
Without giving her a chance to try and get up or even respond to his taunting words his hand had roughly nestled into her dirty locks as he started to drag her across the deck once again, this time with her attempts at getting up even more panicked. From the distance they'd already gone her knees were scraped and bleeding with bruises probably soon to follow.
By the time they'd passed several chuckling men, the fire with roasting meat and a couple crates most likely filled with supplies, she'd managed to get into a halfway standing position.
"Now, does the little mutt still not think she'd good enough?" His taunting voice came floating down to her.
~Short chapter yet again. Sorry guys I promise the next chapter will be more exciting =) ~
