os twisted and snaked around over their shoulde

oked like snakes decorated one of the sides of his head. The other one had a little lighter hair, darker brown. The sides of his he

a slow and steady paste like the animals were already worn out and tired. We wo

iving there. Talking, shouting, kids crying, the distinctive sound of metal against metal. The whole thing seems to be surrendered with a massive

ed to sit up on my knees. Thank god they only tied my hands, and not my feet to like

ha

thi

around and push myself back to the end of the carriage. It had a wooden plank over the end, but a 10cm plank won't hold me back

kill you,

looking down at me, yes, I was sitting on the d

can't help her out of this, w

of whatever sick fantasy these creeps have pl

avy thud on the hard and rocky ground. My upper back collided with the ground first, an

the carriage continue and the wide eyes of a stuck-up blond stare at me. I wi

sinister smile appeared on my lips as I heard shouting and swearing

d to yank my hands free. I coiled up the rope and

ing c

g, I would have laughed, but I managed to hold

her! Just br

urned and ran. Dodged trees bushed and massive rocks. Eve

t, the sun was shining, and it began to feel incredibly hot and hard to breat

ning not far behind me! I rushed between two trees and ended up in a clearing.

f a steep fall. The grass field ended here, and small rocks and loose soil rum

itty! Nowhere

. My heart was pounding, and my throat felt dry as I hesitantly turned aro

rossed his arms over his chest, and I could see the muscled bulging under his tight sun-kissed skin. He had significant ve

low! He scoffed and blinked slowly. His eyes flickered between two colors brief

ing. A deep V shape in his front dissipated down into dark, low-hanging pants. The fabric seemed really rough and was held up by a

nd scrunched against his legs with leather ropes. Did I just get kidnaped by a gro

eyes, sharp nose, and jaw with a thick beard a little longer under the chin. Just because of that mental image, I was will

atisfi

ing him up and down like a snac

y eyes from him. But I could feel the ground crumbling under my heels. Dirt and

d to burn, and my heart hammered against my chest. My eyes wandered to the side, catching

even if you try to c

and throat, I couldn't even see a bruise; how was that possible? I

without hesitation. This is not a man I would go up against, bu

was and what you have going on there, so. T

a little princes

he made a theatrical a

ess, follow me if