...In the darkness and filth she sits. Her strength waning with every forced breath, she hears the heavy footsteps of her captors. Her mind begins racing as she prays it will be over quick...ly... The sight of this beast of a man sends chills down her back. He's drunk again. He flails his deadly sword about her as he comes up to her and says, "I will have you this time bitch. I have been waiting a long time to have my prize..." Chained to the wall with heavy iron shakles and chain shes barely able to raise her arms, much less fight him off. She is so weak. Her time in this horrible place has stolen her warriors resolve, and left her defensless. For the first time, tears flow down her cheeks as she realises her enevitable fate. He moves towards her, babbling something intellegable, and unbuttoning his leather trousers. "Now you are mine warrior princess..." As he speaks, to his surprise, she suddenly gets to her feet, stopping him dead in his tracks. He thin body covered in the rags of her favoroite chamise stands in defiance. He raises his sword pointing inches from her chest, "I will have you, one way or the other. Give yourself to me, or she dies". He has her locked up somewhere, she dose not know where. All she knows is that she feels her pain and her fear. She knows he has her, and can no longer hang on this way. She raises her hands to the front of her tattered top, and begins to untie it. She says, "You may take my body, but you will never take my spirit..." Her eyes suddenly turn dark, cold and distant as if she has left her body to escape what she knows is to come.
"You may take my body..."
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