5 Ropes Around Me

I had never planned on becoming captured. I know no one ever does, but to be surrounded by something more powerful than I was not how I envisioned my life's destination. I had always prepared to fight for my life at least once. I had prepared to win too. I do not fail. I will not die like my father.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw them. All dressed in one theme. A serious one. Any hunting group that had an attire was one of money, power, and esteem. I took a deep breath as I felt the air shift. I will battle for my life now.

I let my arrow fly at one of the men to my left. He fell, for I did not slacken my aim in my haste. I pulled out my hunting knife as I dropped my bow. This would have to be a hand to hand combat. I jabbed my knife at one and then another, unable to make a deadly strike. As I struck the air once more, a loop caught my wrist and yanked me almost to the ground. A second one froze my other arm. I grabbed the attached ropes and gave a furious pull.

It was of no avail. I was to be captured. This was almost a worse fate than death. For a hunter or huntress to be captured was a humiliating disgrace. I would be disgraced. And for all I know I could be tortured, raped, or whatever they want to do to me. I would not let them see weakness though. I will keep silent.