The Storyteller

Chapter 10:

Meredith tried to sit up but in her weakened state she only moved slightly. She tried again, this time groaning in frustration. She was angry at herself for being overly confident. 

'Mel!' She whispered hoarsely, trying to gain a response. None came. 'Melanie! Can you hear me?' 

She raised her voice. 'Mel!' 

The door was flung open and the daylight blinded her eyes. She flinched and tried to shield herself by burying her head in her arms. A rough voice spoke to her and commanded her to get up. Meredith tried in vain but it was no use. The man grabbed her arms and held them behind her back. Reaching behind him with one arm, the other still grasping tightly to her, he took a cord and tied it around her hands. Bending her over backwards and supporting her weight, he made it impossible for her to struggle or run while Meredith had to shuffle backwards to avoid being dragged. With her eyes closed and accepting of her fate, the pair slowly traveled to the Chiefs Hut. 

As her eyes adjusted to the light, she was thrown into the hut.