Thread: Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands [Ariamella & grungeknuckle]

RE Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands BlinkyWinky grungeknuckle At least I have shoes. Felicity repeated this in her head over and over, trying to convince herself that Devlin wasn't all that much of a prick. She watched him leave, glaring into his back. Once he was out of sight, she struggled to pull against the rope, hoping it would break even though she knew it wouldn't. The possibilities of that were slim to none, and even without her Sight she knew it to be true. But...the possibilities of someone else untying her were more likely. But who would do that? Devlin wouldn't, she was sure of that. Then again, he was gone and there were men behind her that might release her...and then she could escape or better yet, find Devlin and personally castrate him. Her hate for him had grown to a level that was unimaginable, but she was surprisingly good at holding it in. Of course, she didn't have a choice being that she was bound and gagged, but at least she knew she could control herself. The trip to Estfall Point was long at lest for her, who never had to travel a day in her life and she had been pushed to a point as Devlin pulled her along, almost dragging her at some points when she was too tired to continue. But never had it occurred to her that he would leave her alone in the middle of a street that held a growing mass of the town's men. He probably thought it was humiliating and degrading to be on show for anyone and everyone to see. Too bad for him, though, because Felicity saw it as a way of escape. All she had to do was get one of those bone-brained men to untie her from the the hitching post, and that would be easy enough. Making a strange coughing noise, she turned to the group of men, whimpering and making a face that resembled innocence. This caught most of their attention, and their talking slowly died down as they edged a bit closer to her. Who is that? one of them asked out loud, not really to anyone in particular. Some briarwitch that a fellow was bringing through here, said the older man that she and Devlin encountered on their way in the town. She provides a mighty nice sight, though. Maybe she's magical in bed as well! A round of snickers went through the crowd. She's kind of pretty to be a witch, don't you think? Another man asked. He stepped forward, a younger man with a medium build, dirty clothing and a few days worth of stubble spattered about the lower parts of his face, and jaw. His eyes fell on Felicity's face, breasts, then...lower. He walked forward, with the others tentatively following him. Do you think she's harmful? His arm reached out to touch her, but the old man gasped and pulled him back. What do you think you're doing, Garen? he roared, She could hex you like she did the last three hunters! Felicity wanted to roll her eyes at the blind repetition of Devlin's words, but instead she whimpered louder, a hurt expression on her face as she shook her head from side to side. Garen, unafraid, took pity on her. Are you going to hurt me. girl? Felicity shook her head vigorously as he reached forward to touch her, first on the arm, then up to her neck and down to her breasts. He removed the tie from around her head, and Felicity spat out her wadded up underwear, carelessly letting the white cloth fall to the floor. Thank the gods! she exclaimed. You're a very kind man...unlike the scum that brought me here. She gave a nervous laugh, unsure of how to go about telling them she wasn't actually a witch. She could tell them who she actually was and tell them the truth of Gwynathell, but few would actually believe that. After all, the Oracles were known to be very secretive, and few outside their city had ever seen them. But so far, everything was working just as she expected it to, just as the Sight told her it would happen. Do you think you could get this wretched collar off of me? I promise you, I'm no witch. Er, if I were, I would've been able to get this thing off with only a word, but as you can see, I'm incapable of doing so... By this time, many of the men were enthralled by her body, and a few others ventured forward to touch her. One even slapped her bottom, which made her let out a squeak, jumping forward. The smack had stung a bit, and she looked around her body, shocked to see that it left a pink mark on her skin. She backed herself to the hitching post, realizing that her plan backfired. By telling them that she was like any normal woman, they had pounced on her with little regard to her dignity. What would they do? Surely they weren't going to use her...right? Breaking the act, her true feelings for the lot of them appeared, and a snarl twisted her otherwise beautiful features. Get your filthy hands off of me. You have no right to touch me! Her outburst of anger worked they backed off, unsure of what to do. Silently, the girl hoped Devlin would be back before the men decided to continue with their exploration of her body.