The Capture Bella curled in a fetal position to stay warm in the bolted cell. Thenights were horrendous to say the least. Since she had been brought here only a year ago, she had witnessed many things. Staying cold at night was one of them. She lay on the thin thatched mat doing her best to concentrate on staying warm. The thin coverlet was just too tattered to do much good, yet she curled it around her shoulders in an effort to have it warm her. The sounds of the night here were unsettling. She heard slaves moaning close by in the other cells, men and women. She heard begging and whining in the distance, echoing through the courtyard as the slaves were punished and displayed. If she had not learned anything in her year here, she had learned that to be defiant or uncooperative would get you punished. Slaves were not allowed to complain or to voice any opinion about what they were ordered to do. They were strictly for the village inhabitants, the free souls who worked and lived here. Punishments could span the spectrum, from horrible to humiliating. Bella knew all too well how obstinate she had been when she was firstbrought to this place, captured by a warrior on horseback as she went about her daily chores in her own village. She was in the field gathering the year’s crop, as she heard shouts and horses stampeding across the fields. Most of the crop tenders ran in all different directions to avoid the warriors, but she was overtaken by surprise. Strong arms grabbed her around her waist and lifted her onto a stallion. She had screamed and kicked and fought only to be over-powered by the man who had a grip on her. He had laughed and called her a “wench, a feisty one?. She was carried off into the forest, never to return to her village thatshe loved so. Bella had heard of these kidnappings but had never witnessed them until it happened to her. No one in her village ever knew what happened to the ones who were carried away. They were never seen again to tell of their plight. She had a dreaded feeling that her life was going to change immensely. She could not break free of this man’s grip on her. He was massive in size, tanned, chiseled muscles and virile, long, jet-black hair tied back off his shoulders, and the most sinister green eyes. He was young, like her, and appeared to be some kind of warrior. When they had stopped to let the steed?s rest, she had noticed thisimmediately. His eyes! They devoured her every time he looked at her. She wanted to curl up and hide. She could not read into them what his thoughts were but she knew she wanted no part of them whatever they were. She had fought the entire day. She pinched, kicked, spit, hit, never giving her captor a moment of peace. She was not going to give up so easily. Disgusted, he had taken her away from the other captives and warriors toa shaded spot where trees had fallen, creating a small cove out of view of the others. He chucked her on the ground. “Now, little tiger,” he snarled “when are you going to give in and quit fighting? Am I to assume that you are going to do this the entire time?” Bella hissed back at him, “Yes, I can guarantee it. I will not gopeacefully.” Bella realized she had been riding all day and her short burlap dress was ripped, her sandals lost and her body sore. The ache she felt in her buttocks stung her with pain. She reached to rub her bottom as she groaned. “MMMMMmmm sore eh?” The green eyes grinned as they lustily took in hermovements. “Yes,” Bella spat as she jerked her hand back from her bottom. Shewould not allow him to enjoy what she was doing for a moment. She was not his plaything. He did not own her. She had planned to marry some day and be a good wife, giving birth to children and fulfilling her role as a woman. In her village, men respected women. They had a… Read the rest of The Village of Agony and Ecstasy
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