"Ohoho! The man outdid himself, hiring such a gorgeous lady!"
"No, I, uh..."
You glance towards the exit, but it is nearer to him. The man had already stood up and was walking towards you, lustfully ogling your body. He was much larger than expected, and panic quickly surges through your system. Your fingers close around the nearest object to you- a wooden chair - and you hurl it at the man. It hits him, but his arm was raised to shield himself. Before you could even bolt for the door, his large frame blotted out everything.
"What do we have here, ey? No wench, but a mad thief! Trying to steal from me, Luther the Great!"
His hand grips painfully around your wrist, and wrenches you like a doll to the floor. Terror you have never before tasted envelops your senses, leaving you petrified with fear.
"I think I'll forgive you if I have a little fun. What do you say?"
His face looms in close, lips mashing into yours for a grotesque kiss. A stab of pain erupted from your breasts where his hands were squeezing with brute force. You want him to disappear. You want to go back home. How could this be happening. This can't be happening. Disappear. Help.
But you are pinned to the floor by his massive bulk.
Suddenly, your fingers close around the handle of something. Flicking a glance at it, you see the deadly shine of metal. Without a second thought, you drive it into his throat.
He didn't shut up, so you stab him until his body goes limp. Wriggling out from underneath him, you quickly wash your blood drenched face with a jug of water in the kitchen. One lucky cupboard provided you with the exact necessities- you put on linen tunic and trousers, tying it up with a leather belt. The boots were a few sizes too large, but you had little choice. Finally, you took the traveling cape off its hook and draped it across your shoulders. With some hesitation, you retrieve the dagger and slide it into the belt.
You leave the house in haste. |