Loving the enemy

7. Plead

"Neither am I!" I shout anxiously before begging on, "I swear, I won't do anything!"

The mans big figure is now towering over me and soon his fingers are slithered around both of my arms, and dragging me along.

I squirm and try to fight him off and shake his grip loose but he doesn't budge as we get closer to the dreaded pole.

"Please it'll hurt!" I shout at him with tears in my eyes once more.

My scream makes him look down at my face directly as an emotion flashes through his face briefly.

His grip tightens as he pushes my back to the pole. "Stop struggling!" He shouts and a big tear rolls down my cheek.

I start to sob no matter how much I try to hold myself back. "I'm tying your elbows!" The man shouts annoyed.

I don't even think that's physically possible and my mental strength keeps crumbling.

"Please don't do this!" I sob, louder than I'd intended too.

He spins me around while I try to fight him without luck. Not only is he well built and way taller but I'd never stand a chance with the strength and fight experience that he has.

He pushes my front against the pole and starts tying my elbows together making me cry out.

I don't want to be tied up again! It's not even like I stand a chance against him or his men.

He spins me back around making me look at his chest as he continues to tie me to the pole tightly.

I can't take this any longer. I just want to go back home. No matter if I have to marry that bakers boy. I'd trade this for that any day.

The ties bite at my skin as I pull at them while the man continues to tighten the ropes.

"Sit."

I'm not your dog! I grit my teeth and continue sobbing when the man takes my shoulders and starts pushing me to the ground along with my ties. The must've been enough space in between the ties for me to be able to scoot downwards. I pull my knees to my face again to cover myself.

Soon the mans tent is empty and I'm left alone with the sounds of crying. How I hate this. I think about how nice it would be to have been born a bird instead of a human. I would've never been in this situation. I could just spread my wings and fly away from everything. Never to look back.

The sound of steps entering the tent makes me pipe down. If he wants to kill me he should just get it over with already. I'm not a strong as I thought.

A whimper escapes my mouth as the I hear the man bending down and attaching something to pole behind me. I don't dare look up. I hate when he's this close to me. I hate when he touches me. I hate when his presence is there.

But Lord Asher had made it clear that I'd never had a say in what was to come.

A clinking sound made me shiver but I didn't dare look up. It sounded like a locking noise, but all I could think about were his hands. I wanted them as far away from me as possible and here he was attaching things to the pole right behind my back.

Then his hand.

He easily places his hand around my small ankle and I finally look up in fear. His eyes meet mine and I quickly look to what he's holding in the free hand.

A chain, he's holding a lock chain.

Panic erupts in me like a wildfire. He's going to chain me as well??

Can't he just leave me be?! It's not like I can escape with my arms bound.

"Why?" Is all I can muster without choking on my tears.

"I'm going to chain up your leg," he explains as he folds the cold iron chain around my foot.

He takes a key with a chain on it and continues to lock up my ankle.

I let my head drop. I'm never getting out of here. How am I supposed to escape a chain lock and ties?

No.

I'll find a way. I need to save my little brothers from the impending war. If I loose hope now I won't be able to save anyone. I will get out of here and find a way back.

With my new found courage I look up and stare daggers at Lord Asher. I'll make him regret holding me captive.

He doesn't seem to care about my vicious look as he takes the key with the chain on it and places it around his neck.

He gets up and walks behind me and to my surprise starts untying the ropes holding together my arms painfully.

Relief floods me as I start to comprehend his intentions. He's chained me to the pole but might leave my arms untied.

After I'm freed Lord Asher pulls at the chains and checks if they're locked properly. Seemingly satisfied with his work he goes to bring away the rope.

This is as much freedom as I'm going to be getting for a while but truth be told it was a lot more comfortable than being tied up. In a morbid way it was a kind gesture of him, but in a humane way I still hate him.

Lord Asher leaves the tent and I immediately start to yank at the chains.

The perimeter of the chain is very big, but my foot is swollen. I doubt it's possible to tighten it. If my foot swells back down maybe I could slip out of the chains. Judging by how badly my foot is sprained I'll have to wait a few days to try my theory.

But judging by the size I could actually escape the chain that way...