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Part 4!

“Now what am I going to do with you.” There was a sound, someone talking nearby.

“Come now, you’re not dead yet, I can still hear your heartbeat.” It sounded familiar but I had no strength to act on it, far too tired and cold to even push my eyes open.

“Very well then, let’s take you back to the house; we’ll be more comfortable there.”  I couldn’t tell what part of me was being held but I could definitely feel the sick feeling that being upright brought on, pushing more blood out of my mouth, not strong enough to walk on my own.

“So melodramatic.” It was quiet after that, only the sound of dirt crunching underneath feet and my own weight being dragged. I was so close to falling asleep, ending the hurt that raced through my skin.

“Stacia dear would you fetch me a cloth and some water.” I think I was sat down against something, held upright by an arm.

“Isn’t that the slave that started all this?” It was a different voice, sounding much more far away to my tired ears.

“Why yes it is, always been trouble this one.” Something wet was pressed against my face, leaving it burning.

“Now look at him, all torn up. He must have really gotten under Thais’ skin.” I stopped listening after that, stopped feeling, it was cold and dark but… peaceful, not quite something I associated with death.

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It was sick, vile, thick , freezing me from the inside out. Everything turned to ice, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move to shield myself, nor stop what was happening, at the mercy of fate.

 

“There that should be enough, just hope he didn’t lose too much blood yet.” I needed to move, do something, shake this cold off but I was frozen in place, everything burning with the searing cold.

 

 

 

 

 

!This is as far as I got, so as I said, ideas! Crticisms! Likes? Anything is useful! 

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