Christa Ann
09-08-2009, 05:23 AM
Taken
I have lost. My body is weak and I am hurt in many, many places. I can’t shake off this coldness that takes my body even though it is not cold. I slowly pull my heavy body to my hands and knees. I look up at my attacker. He looks down at me with no emotion or mercy in his eyes.
I have been undefeated until now. I look at him for only a moment more but then my head swings down again as I cough up blood. I see one of his feet move in an instant and I dodge his sword falling back on my hand and but. I look where it almost hit but where it landing. It is right between my thighs so close to my flesh. It had caught a piece of my shirt now holding me to the ground.
I look up at him but once again my stomach urtches with pain and I fall forward leaning on the sword. I fall with my hands on either side of the sword. One of my hands falls onto another an in an instant I see a blue hand knife fall down going into both my hands and the ground as well. My eyes widen with the sudden notice and I yell out in pain. I want to cry but I will not. I will not let this man see me so utterly week as I am.
I am in so much pain and uncomforted I want to throw up or just die. But I wont die, I wont end here. I look up slowly to the man. He says in a quiet deep voice with no sorry or regret in his voice…
“im going to leave you here for a while.” he then turns and starts to walk away. I look at him as he walks. Is that really all he has to say? That means he has some kind of plan that involves me. That means he is keeping me alive for some reason.
But he is not going to use me right now. No, he is going to try to break me, to tame me. No, I shall not be tamed, I shall not fall, and I will never, ever beg to live from the man who has beaten me. He is out of sight and I drop my head. My head is fuzzy and I want to lay down so badly, but the swords blade is on my side which means I cant truly lay on it without cutting my self. I am stuck in this horrible position for only god knows how long.
Part of me wants to die but it is taken over much more by the part of me that wants to make him pay. I close my eyes and sit there. I sit there for a day with out leaning on the sword. But after a day I truly cant help it. I am so tired and it hurts to much to sit the way I am, I just don’t care. I slowly lean forward and lean against it.
I slide down as it cuts me shoulder deeply. I close my eyes in pain keeping myself to be taking by it. I stare at my feet for hours until I finally fall asleep. I wake up during the day. I feel hungry, and tired. I am starting to wish I had bled to death by now.
But no, I still live. My thirst is horrible and I feel as thought my mouth is sand. I think a little of water and want to throw up. Right away I make myself think of absolutely anything but that. I lick my dry lips to find they also taste like sand. A little later in the day I hear a noise.
My eyes open and take a while to adjust. I look up slowly to see that man. The man who had beaten me so horrible and imprisoned me to the horrible ground. He walks for a little bit then stops about 4ft from me. He looks at me with that same look. That same smug look as if he is better than me. In only a moment of this, I glare at him and yell.
“ you week bastard! I do not fear anything you can possible do to me!” I see him lift up and eye brow. He then says a little lighter than last time.
“cant I?” I see him bend down slightly and get a hand full or dry dirt. It is then enough to be sand but is not quiet the same thing. My eyes widen and he takes a step forword. I bite my bottom lip then I yell.
“don’t touch me with your filthy hands!” he takes another step forward then grabs my face with his free hand. I try to pull away but I am so tired, and so week. With that hand he uses two of his fingers to open my mouth. With the other hand he then throws the dirt at me. He lets go and I cough trying to get it out of my mouth.
Some of it has also gotten in my eyes. My eyes tear up and tears start to fall down my face filled with the dirt. The man the takes my chin pulling my face to his. His eyes are one of an animals with no feelings at all. he then says in a cold, evil voice…
“you WILL fear me” he is serious. He means it completely. I cant find any words to say. I feel a very small spark of fear hit my heart of what he meant. He is not finished with me, he is going to try to break me.
And a man like this has no limits. He then lets go of me and turns. He leaves me and it starts to get dark. My mouth hurts and is very dry. My throat is starting to crack from lack of water. Him throwing dirt in my mouth was the worst thing he could do at the time.
And now I am starting to imagine I am somewhere ells. Anywhere but where I am now. Time passes and soon it has been another day. I have been coughing so much. My stomach hurts greatly from me coughing. It is now in the middle of the day and I cant lift me head.
I feel the sun beating down on my and I am staring to truly wish I would die. I start to cough and blood comes from my throat. I cough again and a peace of my lung falls next to me. I look at it and close my eyes. A little time passes and I can no longer open my eyes. I can’t move at all. My eyes, and throat, and mouth burn so, so much.
I feel dizzy, I don’t feel there, I might even be dead. I hear something in front of me but I can look up to see who or what it is. I lay there like a dead corps. I feel something touch my face. I don’t know what it is but I feel soft, like silk, or very soft skin. I then feel something touch my lips.
I must see what this is. I force my eyes to slightly open. I can only see a shape at first but soon I make myself see. It is HIM. He lifts up my face and little more and puts it in my mouth. It is an opening to a leather water pouch.
Water pores in my mouth. I don’t drink the first mouth full. It happens to fast and I cough it out. I don’t couch it back into the pouch because he pulls it away just in time. He then brings it back to my lips. The water falls in my mouth and down my throat.
I drink it. I take as many mouth full’s as I can before it is brought away from me. he still holds my chin and I cough a little. a little of blood filled water falls down my mouth and onto his hand. He lets go of me putting my face back down. He stands up straight and whips the water off his hand onto his hip. I know what he is doing. He is keeping me alive so he can make me suffer. He turns to leave but I say very quietly…
“you plan to make me suffer… don’t you?” he turns slightly to me and says with a dead stone look on his face.
“I do” I drop my head and say quietly…
“it wont work.”
“we’ll see” he then turns back around and walks off leaving me under the horrible sun. my situation is horrible but I don’t lay down and die so easy. I wont break easy. I refuse to let my soul me taken by a little of pain. No I shall make it threw this pain just like all the other times.
I know a human can last about four days with out any water. He got to me on the evening of the third day. I also know a human can last about a week with no food. Is that how long I must wait? That means I have about one more day and most of the other before he decides to feed me. I sigh and close my eyes again.
I have lost. My body is weak and I am hurt in many, many places. I can’t shake off this coldness that takes my body even though it is not cold. I slowly pull my heavy body to my hands and knees. I look up at my attacker. He looks down at me with no emotion or mercy in his eyes.
I have been undefeated until now. I look at him for only a moment more but then my head swings down again as I cough up blood. I see one of his feet move in an instant and I dodge his sword falling back on my hand and but. I look where it almost hit but where it landing. It is right between my thighs so close to my flesh. It had caught a piece of my shirt now holding me to the ground.
I look up at him but once again my stomach urtches with pain and I fall forward leaning on the sword. I fall with my hands on either side of the sword. One of my hands falls onto another an in an instant I see a blue hand knife fall down going into both my hands and the ground as well. My eyes widen with the sudden notice and I yell out in pain. I want to cry but I will not. I will not let this man see me so utterly week as I am.
I am in so much pain and uncomforted I want to throw up or just die. But I wont die, I wont end here. I look up slowly to the man. He says in a quiet deep voice with no sorry or regret in his voice…
“im going to leave you here for a while.” he then turns and starts to walk away. I look at him as he walks. Is that really all he has to say? That means he has some kind of plan that involves me. That means he is keeping me alive for some reason.
But he is not going to use me right now. No, he is going to try to break me, to tame me. No, I shall not be tamed, I shall not fall, and I will never, ever beg to live from the man who has beaten me. He is out of sight and I drop my head. My head is fuzzy and I want to lay down so badly, but the swords blade is on my side which means I cant truly lay on it without cutting my self. I am stuck in this horrible position for only god knows how long.
Part of me wants to die but it is taken over much more by the part of me that wants to make him pay. I close my eyes and sit there. I sit there for a day with out leaning on the sword. But after a day I truly cant help it. I am so tired and it hurts to much to sit the way I am, I just don’t care. I slowly lean forward and lean against it.
I slide down as it cuts me shoulder deeply. I close my eyes in pain keeping myself to be taking by it. I stare at my feet for hours until I finally fall asleep. I wake up during the day. I feel hungry, and tired. I am starting to wish I had bled to death by now.
But no, I still live. My thirst is horrible and I feel as thought my mouth is sand. I think a little of water and want to throw up. Right away I make myself think of absolutely anything but that. I lick my dry lips to find they also taste like sand. A little later in the day I hear a noise.
My eyes open and take a while to adjust. I look up slowly to see that man. The man who had beaten me so horrible and imprisoned me to the horrible ground. He walks for a little bit then stops about 4ft from me. He looks at me with that same look. That same smug look as if he is better than me. In only a moment of this, I glare at him and yell.
“ you week bastard! I do not fear anything you can possible do to me!” I see him lift up and eye brow. He then says a little lighter than last time.
“cant I?” I see him bend down slightly and get a hand full or dry dirt. It is then enough to be sand but is not quiet the same thing. My eyes widen and he takes a step forword. I bite my bottom lip then I yell.
“don’t touch me with your filthy hands!” he takes another step forward then grabs my face with his free hand. I try to pull away but I am so tired, and so week. With that hand he uses two of his fingers to open my mouth. With the other hand he then throws the dirt at me. He lets go and I cough trying to get it out of my mouth.
Some of it has also gotten in my eyes. My eyes tear up and tears start to fall down my face filled with the dirt. The man the takes my chin pulling my face to his. His eyes are one of an animals with no feelings at all. he then says in a cold, evil voice…
“you WILL fear me” he is serious. He means it completely. I cant find any words to say. I feel a very small spark of fear hit my heart of what he meant. He is not finished with me, he is going to try to break me.
And a man like this has no limits. He then lets go of me and turns. He leaves me and it starts to get dark. My mouth hurts and is very dry. My throat is starting to crack from lack of water. Him throwing dirt in my mouth was the worst thing he could do at the time.
And now I am starting to imagine I am somewhere ells. Anywhere but where I am now. Time passes and soon it has been another day. I have been coughing so much. My stomach hurts greatly from me coughing. It is now in the middle of the day and I cant lift me head.
I feel the sun beating down on my and I am staring to truly wish I would die. I start to cough and blood comes from my throat. I cough again and a peace of my lung falls next to me. I look at it and close my eyes. A little time passes and I can no longer open my eyes. I can’t move at all. My eyes, and throat, and mouth burn so, so much.
I feel dizzy, I don’t feel there, I might even be dead. I hear something in front of me but I can look up to see who or what it is. I lay there like a dead corps. I feel something touch my face. I don’t know what it is but I feel soft, like silk, or very soft skin. I then feel something touch my lips.
I must see what this is. I force my eyes to slightly open. I can only see a shape at first but soon I make myself see. It is HIM. He lifts up my face and little more and puts it in my mouth. It is an opening to a leather water pouch.
Water pores in my mouth. I don’t drink the first mouth full. It happens to fast and I cough it out. I don’t couch it back into the pouch because he pulls it away just in time. He then brings it back to my lips. The water falls in my mouth and down my throat.
I drink it. I take as many mouth full’s as I can before it is brought away from me. he still holds my chin and I cough a little. a little of blood filled water falls down my mouth and onto his hand. He lets go of me putting my face back down. He stands up straight and whips the water off his hand onto his hip. I know what he is doing. He is keeping me alive so he can make me suffer. He turns to leave but I say very quietly…
“you plan to make me suffer… don’t you?” he turns slightly to me and says with a dead stone look on his face.
“I do” I drop my head and say quietly…
“it wont work.”
“we’ll see” he then turns back around and walks off leaving me under the horrible sun. my situation is horrible but I don’t lay down and die so easy. I wont break easy. I refuse to let my soul me taken by a little of pain. No I shall make it threw this pain just like all the other times.
I know a human can last about four days with out any water. He got to me on the evening of the third day. I also know a human can last about a week with no food. Is that how long I must wait? That means I have about one more day and most of the other before he decides to feed me. I sigh and close my eyes again.