"..I'll take this one."
"...I'll tell ya, some fellas have the strangest tastes."
My arms are cramped again, and my back and shoulders ache. My heart sinks in realisation. I've been restrained again. The back of my head is sore; they must have knocked me out. I feel a heavy weight around my neck. Trying to move my limbs, I discover that there are ties around my wrists and ankles, pinning them to the floor. The stench of sweat and grime is coming from the gag around my mouth. There's the rattle of chains against the floor of the draped cage.
The bumping stops soon. After a few seconds, my elbows and knees sigh in relief. I hear yelling, and then there's a grinding of metal outside the door.
It's thrown open, and my eyes screw shut against the blinding light. I feel the floor dip as somebody climbs inside, and a second later, there's a freedom from my cuffs. I want to stretch out my body, but a hand immediately grabs my arm, yanking me out. This time, I'm not fast enough. My body falls face-forward into the gravel, and I feel it skin my skin and tear a few cuts in it. Somebody pushes me up by my shoulder and my face is forced upwards, towards the blinding light that penetrates my eyelids.
"Hugh, this one's good. Baron Moss sure bought a nice one."
"Yup. Pity we can't play with her." I feel rough fingers slide up, from the base of my throat to my chin. He digs his fingernails into my jaw, but this time I manage to hold back a wince. I heard a sigh.
"Now, be a good little pup and sit still... "
The man brought a mixture forth. It was a greenish-brown and was giving off a pungent odor, sharp and bitter. It wrinkles my nose, and from somewhere deep in my memory, warning bells go off. But before I can do anything, he's pinched my nose. My mouth gasps open for air, and he tips it inside. I feel the rim of the bowl collide painfully with the corners of my mouth. The slimy stuff poisons my throat, and burns as I swallow it. I gag as soon as it goes down.
Immediately, my stomach drops. My eyes widen in fear as they're blown open, and my body arches up. I try to say something, to call for help even though I know nobody will answer, but something is going on with my body that just can't be right. Everything is burning up, but I can't move. My eyelids flutter shut, and they don't open again, however much I will them to. I hear chuckles above me, and fear spikes in me.
They controlled this.
I feel my body being picked up, and then I'm moving. I don't know where. I listen to my surroundings, trying to pick up where I am, but all I hear is the wind. The wind, as it rustles through trees. We could be anywhere.
The feet are carrying me higher. Or lower? Are we on steps?
Have the floorboards turned to stone?
Where are we going?
I thought I was strong, that I could be free if I just left that place. I thought I could be brave. But, already, I can't do anything.
My brain is foggy...
I know that tis a very short chapter but please don't throw things at me yet.
Well I wanted to set up the mood for the next chapter soooo I deliberately put this first haha.
Please forgive this useless author who couldn't write much today. The evil me told me to make our MC suffer so it shall be hahahahaha.
Creation is hard, cheer me up! VOTE for me!
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