Her skin ran cold as the blade pierced her flesh. A spray of blood gushed out as a vital organ was struck, she sucked in a breath and everything slowed down. The blood that flowed quickly down her stomach, painting her snow white skin red seemed to just trickle down to her eyes motion. The sword jerked in her hide as it was pulled out, another spray of blood coated the attacker in front of her. She fell to her knees, still disorientated and confused. The attacker lifted his spiked-boot to her chest and pressed down hard. As she bent her knees began to seer with pain, cracking and popping under the weight. She cried out from the pain, she could hear all the bones in her shins splinting and piercing through muscle and skin. The crimson covered bone shining in the forever glow of the moonlight. She lay there choking and gasping for air. The attacker stood over her chest again, with more force he pushed down on her rib cage, throwing his weight into it. She didn’t need her ears to hear the sickening crack her ribs were making; she could feel the loose shards in her body boring into her lungs and heart. She coughed up blood that gathered in her punctured lungs but never received oxygen in return. The attacker pressed down harder as she gasped, crushing her lungs completely and sending more blood into her throat, blocking what little she could breathe in. The man stepped off and moved to her head, he kicked it hard to the left creating sharp pains that surged through her body, making her jolt twistedly. He walked away for a few moments, she heard the distorted sound of hooves clacking against the cobblestone beneath them. The ground vibrated as a heavy draft horse stood above her, snorting and scraping the ground beside her head. With a crack of a whip to its hind legs the horse reared. In that moment everything was quiet to her, the horses hooves aimed at her head seemed to be standing still but yet, they weren’t moving slow enough. The heavy hoof clashed with her skull and broke through like it was a grape. Blood spilled from her concaved head and pooled in and around her long black hair. Just before she was about to slip away into peaceful nothingness, a shadow appeared above her, it laughed coldly and swooped down near her face.
“My dear girl, it appears you’re in a little bit of a problem…” She did not answer the raspy echoing voice that faintly rung in her ears, her throat still clogged with blood. “No matter, I shall make a deal with you. I’ll give you your life back in return for your services.” Again she didn’t answer, she couldn’t answer, she was close to death and barely holding on. “My, my, this will not do. I cannot have a slave if she’s about to die. Very well then, I’ll give you your life out of generous thoughts.” The shadow seemed to be staring at her but she couldn’t sense any emotions on its face. “On the condition that you become my slave.”
