.
"......."
Everything felt quiet.
Was it his imagination, or...?
It can't be.
No light. Is he inside a cave, thrown like a ragged doll? But that wouldn't explain the smell of fire nearby...or the smell of filth and manure shrouding this cold air...
A nudge. Again, is it his imagination that he's feeling, or--
"WAKE UP!"
Snow started, head jostled back from a blow to his temple. He blinked, but couldn't see anything. He moved, but couldn't even move his hands forward. Now the realization came, as senses began to recede back into his wearied mind, the body awakening from the turmoil of the torture.
He was blindfolded, with ropes cutting deep into his wrist, tied to a nearby log. Snow could feel the touch of another bound victim nearby, and he didn't even need to know who he was with.
And now it came back again, the memories, the sudden bursting of pain which shot throughout his body from the brutal result.
They had been taken captives. Bandits had ambushed them near the forest border, and, while taking most, if not all of their possesion, the sickening result was that they decided to do one thing which would break the three captives...
Take them into slavery.
Snow's right shoulder still bore the brunt of the pierced weapon, and even though one of the bandits ruthlessly tore the sharp edge out a few days ago, Snow couldn't help but clench his hands and lips together till it bled in pain, refusing to make a sound for their amusement. He could only try and regain some conscious as his resistance, unwilling to take mind off of Alicia and her lover, which most likely wasn't taking it any better than he was.
"Awake, are ya? Hurry up and eat! Filthy dog...."
The blindfold was removed, and his left eye slowly glanced up to the bandit towering over him as the reeking pool of stench emitting out of the foul bowl in which the bandit shoved towards his mouth gagged Snow, forcing him to take in the filth and garbage as meal. Snow, knowing that he needs to endure in order to escape, managed to swallow some of it, fighting down the willingness to regurgitate it back out from the awful taste. Some spilled down his tattered, ruined clothes, but he took the degradation quietly. God knows what they've done with Alicia and her...
Her...husband.
Another blow came this time to Snow's stomach, followed by a laugh from the same bandit as he retracked his kick, walking away in a blunt pace.
His body ached. His breathing was ragged. Unwanted memories filtered into his thoughts, and desperately he tried not to remember the similar past which he'd lived in...
Just like now.
Through his left eye, he looked at his surroundings. The right eye was blackened due to their beatings, and right now it was sore as hell. Snow glanced at the nearby cage in which Alicia and Leroya were thrown in.
Apparently Snow had given trouble during captivity for the bandits to tie up personally away...
Well, at least he had given three of them concussions and a few others some broken bones or bloody face...that should be the good news...
"Snow...?"
A girls' voice. Alicia.
"...."
"Snow, talk to me..."
He shook his head.
"Snow...."
"Alicia...he needs the rest..."
A man's voice. Leroya. Pang of bitterness shot at Snow's chest, and he looked away, as if confirming Leroya's words.
"But look at him...he's had it more rough than we did...when the bandits tried to...to..." Alicia's voice trembled, half strained and tinged with fear.
"I know. I know...he tried, and they did leave you alone for that time...I don't deny that."
"Just...he did so much for me during our imprisonment...and I just...watched helplessly...."
That only left more pang of bitterness welling inside Snow, and it took almost all of his necessary strength just not to think about it more than it was needed. Damn them. Curse them...
But he couldn't put blame on them. They had all been taken, beaten, dragged across miles of land to the nearest slave market, and they're just within a few weeks of getting there. When one of the bandits had tried to rape Alicia a week ago, Leroya put up a stubborn resistance and was quickly put down. Snow, on the other hand, made sure that bandit who touched Alicia would never be able to walk again in his life.
Maybe that's why he's tied to the log rather than inside the cages...and the bandits had then...
Then...
...
Her conversation with her mate continued, but much quieter...seems that Alicia was still in shock and rapt fear after the ordeal with the group of them. Snow looked up now, at the dark skies.
Is there a chance to escape...?
He turned his head aside, to look at what Alicia and Leroya were doing right now. He could see Leroya's hands around her shoulder, comforting her from the bandit's ordeal. He could see how they are comforting each other, keeping their sanity from the degrading acts in which they were forced under...
And what of Snow?
What of it...?
..............................
((Comments or suggestions, anyone? Sorry it took so long to finish....
Finally got my computer running at home to finish this part....xP ))
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