The outskirts were mobile and restless. In an attempt to escape her pursuer, Istria headed deeper and deeper into the woodland. A familiar occurance one might say.
Her lithe figure moved quickly but didn't have enough energy to continue the sprint. The man behind her closed in at a frightening pace, leaving no hope for the poor girl.
Terribly evading a tree, Istria stumbled of a outstretched root, stumbling gracelessly to the earth. The scout reached her almost instantly, before her mind could even comprehend she had fallen.
He gave her a hard kick to the abdomen, knocking the wind out of her body. The man chuckled wickedly and he watched her choke and cough blood.
" I expected slaves of Varethia to be tougher than this, yet you swirl like an earthworm in salt." He muttered, Istria struggled to her fours attempting to crawl away.
Her plan however failed and the scout stumped on her back and kicked her again in the abdomen. She cried in pain wishing he would stop in his vile abuses.
However she was wrong, the older man kept hitting her like he had nothing else to do but torment the weaker. He grabbed her by the chin, dragging her face closer to his.
" You have a really wonderful physique, you are one of those barbarians I see. The most beautiful of women, but fearsome at times." He said stroking her hair.
" Come on, fight. Unleash the demon within you show me the barbarian you are." Istria glazed at him, her nose bleeding from a previous headbutt and her eyes filled with anger instead of pain.
The pain vanished once she acknowledged a single thought, ' What have I done.' Still very naive due to being a locked up princess. One destined to be married of to the prince of a stronger neighboring tribe.
She didn't understand why she was being hurt over and over again. Akin to how she didn't understand why her mother was taken away from her. How her father impaled to his throne with a spear.
Like how she was forcefully compelled to perform various questionable tasks with her lord Myron. Or how anytime she was around her bound brother Jaxon, her heart rate always increased.
Her anger raged within her as she internally blamed herself for being ignorant to the world around her. For some reason her body started heating up, a sharp pain stung her heart.
The scout left her jaw, " What, afflicted by a fever, that was sudden." He grinned in a dark manner, " But it wouldn't stop me." Grabbing hold of her fabric, he ripped her upper apparel.
Istria let out a scream,
Wind blade