Its not brillent but its been a shit day.
Suvari.
She had run hard but they had followed her even through the forest two of them had dismounted and tracked her through he wind trees. But here was a dead end no escape so she turned to face them the first died as he rounded the corner an arrow through his heart.
The second raised his shield and ran on.
They’d been following the girl since the village, she’d caused them real problems they needed all witnesses dead so none could testify to the council what they’d done. The country had been in disarray since the duke’s assassination. The cavalry had been raiding the village for supplies but a few of the men had wanted more than food. They had heard the scream. Jahred had raped one of the women, the villages men went beserk the fight was quick and bloody, the lost one man and slaughtered the village, all save the pretty girls. This young girl had not been among them, she had attacked from the rear her arrows taking down another two men. Many of the men had given chase, but others had stayed to enjoy the pleasures of war.
She dropped her bow and unslung her shield his blow glanced from the polished metal. With her free hand she drew a short sword. He looked at her the flowing blonde hair, the tight bodice, every inch a warrior. Their swords met, she felt the strength in his arm, he was no mercenary like the other men she’d fought he was a soldier.
He parried her thrust with his shield, but didn’t send one of his own he wanted he alive, wanted that body. He sent a wild cut at her shield edge, she moved to slowly and it was torn form her grasp. Her return cut clanged on his helmet blurring his vision, but she was his. He swung out with his shield catching her under the chin, she was sent sprawling over the floor; he picked up the unconscious girl and slung her over his shoulder.
She came to on the back of a horse he hands were bound and some one had removed her armour and weapons. Her jaw hurt and her breasts were sore. She felt violated. She looked about her many of the young women and some girls from her village were in a similar situation to her. Matha from the tavern was clutching her torn dress weeping, trying to cover her naked flesh.
He saw her stir and sit up in the saddle he drew his horse up along side, she looked at him with disgust and fear. He grinned the defiance was leaving her he would break her soon have her begging for his touch.
The soldier who’d captured her left her side, he sickened her but her heart felt for him he had not raped her, yet at least, and she was still alive perhaps they were to be servants.
They stopped that evening. He went and helped her dismount, taking care to avert his eyes when the cotton jerkin she wore slipped revealing her breast. He treated her tenderly all that night and offered her his blanket. She accepted and he slept next to her but not to close.
She found herself warming to him she was still panicked from the chase and the fight and his gentleness set her at ease. During the night she felt a stirring, the blanket lifted from her for a second then the warmth of another body pressed against hers.
He whispered of the wonders of love in her ear his hands straying over her body ripping the thin material. He pleasured himself on her that night she did not resist even when his manhood pressed against the entrance to her virgin womb.
She cried when he had left at the beauty, the brutality and the pain of what had happened to her. Over the next few days he visited her every night, he made her feel wanted and beautiful during the day, being so gentle and nice but like a whore when night came.
He knew he had a good thing a warm bed every night and a companion in the day he slipped into her blanket arousal already gripping him. He felt for her breasts for the warm flesh but his hands closed on steel. He moved back fear replacing his carnal desires.
The knife plunged into him, his felt the hilt, his knife she had used his knife…
The blood coursed over her hands, the warm liquid giving her a sense of joy, but it was dull by the disgust she felt for her self because of him. She cried her self to sleep that night lying in a pool of blood.
The net morning the body was discovered, the soldiers dragged her from the main group and they all had her way with her, she sobbed and cried as they abused her.
The last, a large bald man beat her as he raped her, and as he satisfied him self with her slid a knife over her throat. She died in a clearing in the wood bruised and bleeding.
