That won't happen to you

Chapter 22

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she felt was pain.

Unbridled pain that burned through her veins like fire.

But she ignored it.

She had already gotten used to it to much to really care about it.

Her gaze was drawn to the leather straps that tied her wrists to the wooden frame.

Wasn't she usually tied with metal?

Only slowly the memories flowed back. Tusken hunters.

Yes, they had invaded the house.

They had knocked down the guards and then came over to her.

After that everything was black.

Probably they knocked her out.

Should she flee?

These beings were not her masters.

Master... the word gave her an unaccustomed feeling of security, although she should be afraid of it. He would come for her. He would come for her.

"Oh, what am I thinking?" she murmured.

She knew herself how many slaves Ryak had.

Stang, she had to call him master.

And just then this word had the same bitter aftertaste as usual.

Would the Tusken hunters punish her if she tried to flee? They hadn't bought her, so legally she still belonged to Ryak.

Argh, now she had called him that again.

Besides, who cared about right or wrong here?

At least when it came to the Tusken hunters? Right: nobody. So for better or worse, she had to get out of here somehow.

Then she would be free. Not only free from the Tusken but also from the life as a slave.

Nevertheless she somehow felt the need to return to her master.

There.

There it is again.

The word had felt more like security than pain.

The young Togruta lightly banged her forehead against the wooden frame in the hope of clearing her head, but logically, it only caused more headaches.

"Come on Ahsoka. You've been through worse," she muttered in her mind, not thinking about what she was saying.

Only afterwards did she wonder about it.

"Oh Stang, now I'm going crazy, too," she noted and tried to pull her hands out of their shackles with a jerk, which to her amazement worked.

Obviously the Tusken had not expected that she would still be able to free herself.

Now she just had to get out of here somehow.

But since she had sunk to the ground from exhaustion without the cuffs, this would probably be relatively difficult. Fresh blood was running from her back.

Wait, fresh blood?

Where did the wound come from. Something must have been used to inflict it on her. After some searching she discovered a knife.

Immediately she crawled over and slashed the wall of the tent.

"Out" she muttered and put the knife under her top, hoping that no one would take it away from her.

Then she made her way out of the tent. It was dark, an advantage for her.

But she was tired and exhausted.

And when everything around her began to turn black, she saw a strange, yet familiar figure in the distance.