Chapter Fourty-Five

A while later I heard the door open and lifted my head to see multiple men walk in with empty sacs, more than likely for all their victims to be in, me. I stayed still as they took child after child away, until I was one of the last ones. The man who had gagged me returned with a sac and with vast dexterity, rapidly put me in the bag. I didn't bother to struggle like the others, there simply wasn't a point to. But as I was being put up a man walked in, and at that moment my amulet slide from its chain and fell to the floor, and my hair went jet black. As soon as it happened all of them stiffened, and the man that had walked in roared in outrage. Before I knew it I was flying backwards, I must've been kicked.

"You damn bitch! You were a noble child all along weren't you huh? Did you look down on us huh? CAN'T LOOK DOWN ON US NOW HUH?!" He roared and started to wail kicks and punches down on me. My frail body bled and I heard snaps. After he had managed to do a fair amount of damage he was finally pulled off of me, and I could only cough and wheeze from my injuries. I didn't open my eyes, I only layed there and pretended to be unconscious so I wouldn't get hit again. My trembling probably gave it away though, I couldn't stop the shaking, for the first time I felt true terror.

"Che, Lay in in a crate and put her in the wagon. We'll have to be careful and wait for her to heal now to sell her. Goddammit George! You are nothing but a failure, wait until the boss hear's about this fuck up." I wanted to cover my ears, why couldn't they just go? I didn't do anything, why can't they leave me alone? I'm scared, someone help me. Please or I'm going to be killed!

I was lifted into a bag, and then placed into a crate and carried away. I felt them place it in a wagon, and then I heard their distant mutterings. Eventually I felt movement, and I knew the wagon was moving forwards, and I was getting closer and closer to my doom. I shivered quietly in my crate, my wounds ached and I wanted to cry.