"No, not my mother please!" I sobbed fear streaming through my body and the numbing feel of uselessness. Tears streamed down my face. "Just take me, do with me as you please just don't hurt her!" I gasped as I struggled to breathe. My mother's bro...
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When you die you struggle at first, grasping onto every molecule of oxygen because it could very well be your last. Your chest flutters up and down with the weight of the world upon it. For a moment fight but then you let go. You let go to pain. You let go of the past, and ultimately you let go of the future you never will have. In those last moments you find peace in the fragility of human life or perhaps whatever god you believe in. Finally as you run out of oxygen your brain succumbs to the chemically induced sense of euphoria. Your vision is the first to go, then your sense of taste and smell. Then your hearing slowly fades as the silence of white noise rocks you into a eternal sleep.
I was finally letting go, and I was okay with that. There was an ethereal beauty in death; for me it freed me of the thoughts, my captor, my past. Images of my mother in the grain field flickered before me, and at that moment I knew this was too good to be true.
My convulsed as my stomach regurgitated in contents onto the floor. It was dark ,so dark, and it was cold. In that moment I knew I was still here, and still alive. My soul didn't transcend into the afterlife; I was here or rather nowhere. The room rocked back and forth making me dry heave. I stood up and my weak knees sent me crashing to the floor. At this point I decide it was in my best interest to scream in hopes of finding help. So I screamed until my throat felt raw.
Suddenly I heard a sound of heavy footsteps getting closer and closer to the room. Then I heard the clinking of metal. The door flung open and with it blinding light painting the figure in the doorway with a heavenly aura. I brought my hands to my face to shield my eyes. As my eyes adjusted to the light the man before became more familiar, and without a doubt there was nothing heavenly about him. " So I see you decided to wake up for a minute I was sure you were dead," he chuckled. I grimaced but stayed silent. "Well get up and follow me your probably thirsty, and I reckon I get a better price at market for a ugly woman than both a dead and ugly woman" . I glanced up at his face wanting charge at him and hit him, but I decided that it was in my best interest to just get up. So I followed him stumbling and gripping the walls of the hallway that lead to stairs. He swung open the latch and I could see the blue of the sky and feel the warmth of sun on my skin. He climbed through and hoisted me up by my waist. There I was on the deck of a ship bigger than anything I had seen before. I turned around myself in a circle and all I could see was ocean endless ocean. The mast of the ship almost seemed to touch the sky; its sails were painted with green and gold. The sails were printed with a symbol of a women with a fish like body. I guess the women must hold some significance to its people. The deck was filled with many men similar in look to my captor. Most of them almost doubling my height with a heads full of flaxen gold hair, and eyes of cobalt blue. It was as if time stopped when I stepped on deck; the foreign men stopped there works and just stared at me with curiousity and slight lust.
"Get back to work lasses and keep your wandering eyes off her unless you wish to be marauded out at sea" a commanding voiced for behind me yelled. My captor turned and hugged the handsome older man that held an uncanny resemblance to him. The same hair, eyes , and plump lips just aged by a couple decades. "Ah it's good to see you son,"
"Father it's good to see you you too, but I must admit it's much better to know we are going back home now that you brought the last of the men back to the ship. This heat is unbearable, and the ship stinks of unbathed men and ale." He chuckled as his lips curled into a smile revealing perfectly white teeth.
" I couldn't agree more. Your mother must be tired of seeing over the clan after almost a year. Plus we might need to get back before your wild sister becomes a spinster. You know her she is probably plotting to runaway to the mountains and live amongst the wolves instead of settling down with a good husband. And you my son when we get back you know I'm expecting you to give me some grandsons, and this time I mean it Calder."
" I know father I owe it to the clan and it is my duty as their future leader to ensure the clans future with my progeny. Oh and Asta she's a lost cause you'll have to drag her tooth and nail to the altar,"
" Who is this son. You finally taking interest claiming the treasures of our plunders?" His father smirked with a knowing glance.
" Father.... her no I was thinking we could catch a good price for her at market. She is foreign, and the nobles back home will pay a high price to keep her as a bedwench." As those nasty words roll of her tongue he stares in to my eyes with searing glare.
" Well lass I can't tell you what to do with her but try not to be foul to her, and should you want her let her come to your bed in her own time." Calder just scoffed and turned away dragging me in tow. We past the men working on the deck some tighten the sails while other mop the deck with briny water. He leads me to a room with glass windows that line the walls. I become entranced with its beauty. The rich furs lay upon a lofty cushion. Gold details are scattered across the room. The walls have a painting of a man fighting a bear in rich pigments. All of a sudden something is thrown. In my face. "Change woman you smell," I picked up the white oversized tunic and stared at him expecting him to go away so I could maintain some of my modesty. " Well change what are you waiting for"
" Can you leave please"
" Your joking. No I won't don't act like someone your age hasn't been naked in front of a man" he scoffed. " Well go on now I haven't got all day." I glanced back at him only to see his eyes glaring through me as if I had the instruction how to break me branded on my skin. My mother told me only when you find someone who cares about you regardless of what the world tells them to think about you only then should you bear your soul and body to them. In my heart I feel as though I am betraying my mothers words, but I have to. Water starts to collect in my eyes, but I blink them back. I won't let him get the enjoyment of tears. I start to pull the hem of my stained scarlet dress up my thighs and for a brief moment I looked up into his eyes, and if I was naive I might have thought he felt sorry.
To be continued.....
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