The Warrior Enchained by Sharon Green

Author:Sharon Green [Green, Sharon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780879977894
Google: srrPG8KPHEIC
Publisher: Sharon Green Books
Published: 1983-09-15T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

The next space of time was sporadically blurred, punctuated with bars of black and hazed with nightmare. I was briefly aware of being carried somewhere over someone's shoulder, then of trying to cry out when my wrists were tied painfully behind me, then of being held face down across someone's saddle. The saddle was moving hard and frantically, as if an animal sped beneath it, but the movement had no meaning, only the extreme discomfort. The thought of protest crossed my mind, but then movement, thought and consciousness were gone again.

The next noticeable thing was motionlessness, but not an empty one. Water poured on me in an endless stream, soaking my hair and body, running into my ears and eyes. Only my mouth was protected from it by the gag; even my back and arms were wet from the ground I lay on. I didn't know why I lay bound and gagged on the ground in the pouring rain, and I didn't know how I had gotten there; all I knew was how stiff and achy my body felt. I was tired and I hurt and I didn't feel well and I was very thirsty. There was water all around me, but I couldn't get any of it into my mouth. I tossed my head in the stream of mud I lay in, burning for the water, and then there were hands at the gag and it was pulled away, the cloth as well as the wadding in my mouth. My eyes closed as the water poured into my mouth instead, taking away the taste of the gag and the dryness it had left. I coughed once or twice, nearly choking, then finally stopped drinking, but the water continued to pour over my face and body.

My thoughts were incomplete and disjointed, and I don't know how long it took before the idea came that I ought to try to get out of the rain. My wrists were still tied tightly behind my back, but I ought to be able to get to my feet even so. I moved my head and tried to move my feet-and only then discovered that my feet were also tied, but not to each other. My right ankle was tied to the ankle of the woman lying on my right, my left ankle to the woman on my left, our ankle bands pushed high to allow the leather access to our ankles. I tried to pull against the leather, to see how tight it was, but movement was impossible. The women beside me were barely conscious, cooperative movement entirely beyond them. I didn't have all that much control over myself yet, but they were even worse off than I was.

Thought became distant again then, as though the residue of some powerful drug were reasserting itself, and when the blurriness abruptly gave way to clarity again, something had been added. A large form loomed over the woman to my left, crouched above her, doing something to her.

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