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Deadneck | darrowhk | 9

 

“I'll take my freedom,” said Lisa, not about to spend the rest of her life as a slave.

The coyote howled. The howl seemed ethereal; it seemed to be loud, piercing across the desert, but unreal, as a sound on the edge of her hearing that she couldn't tell if it was her imagination or not. Lisa blinked twice, and the coyote was gone.

“Hey!” she yelled out, looking around as best she could. It must have been a hallucination, she thought. The hot sun had slipped her mind, as if it hadn't been shining on her for a few moments, but she became horribly aware of it's burning rays again. Another period of indefinite time passed when she was startled again.

This time it was a man- a native american man, dressed as no tribe she had ever seen before- who had grabbed her wrist. The man cut the rope loose, then moved on to the other wrist. Even with her hands free, Lisa was unable to move. Her body was at it's limits, beyond even the point of being able to speak. She vaguely realized that she was being given water before consciousness slipped way.

Her dreams were wild, jumping from subject to subject, the memory of each fading to moment after. They slowed down, and started to gain focus. She was in a cave, kneeling down in front of the coyote, her hands tied behind her back. She tugged on the ropes, realizing as things became more concrete that she was coming out of her sleep, and that she was tied up again.

She was completely naked this time, her back up against a wooden pole buried into the rock floor of the cave and her hands tied behind it with thing leather straps. Her feet were also tied, as were her legs just above her knees.

Lisa looked up to see two men currently with her. One was old, the other young. He might have been the man who rescued her, from the desert at least, but she wasn't sure. He offered her more water, which she was happy to have poured down her throat as the old man spoke.

“You have seen the coyote spirit?”

Lisa, starting to feel embarrassed, began to gently writhe her body. “Yes.”

“And he offered you freedom for a price?”

Lisa nodded her head.

“Then you will stay with us until the price is decided. But you will need to pay for our hospitality.”

The old man got up and walked out of the small room that they were in. The young man approached her.

 

Does she enjoy it?

 
 
 

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