Thread: Gone (quitefancy and Openots)

Fuck you! That's fucking right, you touch me again and I'll break your whole goddamn hand! Her screaming was hoarse and seemed rather futile as she was being wrestled back into manacles. God only knew why the stupid guard had believed the girl who promised him the best blowjob of his life, if he'd let Willow's hands free to do it. He'd ended up with three broken fingers. Pity, that. Willow kicked out, drawing her bare foot back and slamming it against the back of some guys knee. His legs buckled, came right out from underneath him and Willow was on top of him, wrapping the chains around his neck and beginning to cut off his circulation. Her head tossed, red curls sliding into her eyes and obscuring her vision momentarily. Mistake. Big mistake. Someone grabbed her around the upper arms, easily lifting her off the large man beneath her. Shut your mouth you stupid piece of chattel, was hissed in her ear. A prick in her arm, then the world grew fuzzy. Eyes blinked, eyelids flickering and lowering slowly to conceal brilliant green eyes, which were slowly glazing over. Her eyelids drooped slowly until her fighting and struggling slowed. You're... I'm gonna.. fucking.. you.. She was out. -- Abruptly, her eyelids flickered open. She had a distinct feeling of numb heaviness in her arms, and when she tried to lift them, little came of it besides a frustrated groan. Oh god, oh god, she whispered, closing her eyes again and praying silently to whatever deity out there would save her from this.. this cage. For she was in a cage, a very small one at that, and it was far too easy to feel like an animal when caged. Eyes opened again, taking in her surroundings without lifting her head. Her throbbing, pounding head! Slowly, slowly, she sat up, arms finding they were free now, but she was still inside a fucking cage. An animal. Fingers came up to rub against her forehead and it hurt. Feeling along her hairline revealed a small cut, no more than two inches long. But it hurt.. Stop crying! It's not like it'll make any difference! You're still going to get played with and fucked like all the rest of them! A large man was shouting and she wished he'd stop for the pounding in her head. She watched a girl be pushed out of the room, shackles around her hands and feet. Then that man approached her cage, and she saw it was the one she'd wrapped her chains around. Well, he didn't look too nice. You're next, slut, he said, not looking at her as he unlocked the door that was holding her in. Her instincts screamed 'run! flee!' but her body was too groggy, still moving as if through mud. Very very thick mud. She was pulled bodily from the cage and her feet and hands were bound. It was then that she became aware of her apparal. Thank the gods these barbarians had had the decency to cover her lower half though, even if it was just with a crude loincloth. Her lank, dirty masses of curls covered most of her face and obscured her vision as she was knocked around. The man tugged on her arm, leading her towards a door and through it. Lot number 18. Young female, good build, stands at five feet three inches. Red hair, green eyes, a bit of a fighter. He paused in his description to glance over at Willow, who pointedly avoided the man's eyes. From this information, the two men seemed to gauge her value and placed a sign around her neck before pushing her into the next room- which was basically a giant cage, already filled with dirty, trembling slaves. The viewing cage.