In Touch With Your Feminine Side

Part 5

It had been days, and Dagur still had no way to escape the ship. He and the captured women had tried everything: climbing through the tiny portholes, faking illness, stealing keys from any guards who came in, taking hostages to negotiate- all of these had failed, and Dagur was at his wit's end. There was one option left, and though Dagur hated it, it seemed more and more like their best bet.

The viking who had captured Dagur, named Magris, loitered around his cell as often as he could, staring at the trapped women within with a hungry look, especially Dagur. He was friends with many of the guards, and they would had let him into the cell five times now: once inside he would grab Dagur or another girl and ask them to come with him to his rooms. When the girls refused Magris became enraged and beat them. Many nursed severe bruises and cuts, while Dagur now sported a black eye as well as a bruised hip and throat in addition to his older injuries.

Magris was cruel, but he was also a good opportunity for escape. The girls had discussed the matter and decided that next time he came in to take one of them, Dagur would accept his offer. He would wait until they were in his quarters, then overpower him and sneak back down to the cell to free the others. It was risky, but it had to work; every moment spent in the cell increased the risk of Suda discovering what he looked like. The only reason the girls weren't dead already was because Suda wanted to do it publically, with the right one.

Close to evening, Magris stomped into the cell, a grin revealing missing teeth. As expected he went straight to Dagur, grabbing his arms and leaning in far too close. "I always bring a good deal, I hope ya see that. Softened up enough for me yet?" Feeling his skin crawl, Dagur forced himself to look away as if he were finally defeated, nodding slowly.

"Finally, ya show some sense! Be a good lassie and I might even get ya a proper meal." He grasped Dagur's hand and yanked him away, onto the deck and then deep into the crew quarters. Dagur could feel Magris's strength as he was pulled, and his hand was dwarfed by that of the other viking. Dagur was beginning to think that this might not be such a great plan; without his normal strength and size, and weakened by the conditions on board the ship, Dagur was beginning to doubt that he could overpower Magris.

A chill swept down his spine- the two were finally alone in Magris's quarters. The room was small, with an unmade bed taking up most of the space. Magris locked the door and turned to face Dagur, who immediately punched him in the jaw, expecting him to collapse- he didn't.

Instead of folding to the floor Magris roared in anger, spitting blood and seizing Dagur by the throat, lifting the small form off his feet. As Dagur began to choke, he saw a piece of metal swing away from Magris's neck- the key to the cell! That filthy viking had had his own key the entire time.

Enraged, Dagur swung his foot out and struck Magris square between the legs. He immediately dropped Dagur, who gasped for air before finding the strength to rise and beat Magris until he finally collapsed with a groan. Dagur ripped the key off of his neck, then paused to ransack Magris's quarters, finding some food and extra clothing. With these items tucked in his arms, one of Magris's soldier uniforms hastily donned, Dagur slipped out and locked the room behind him.