Thread: Jade's Journal of Posts, Plots and Other Stuff

Arx Bellum Sooooooo happy to be doing this again. She was surprised to be lifted off of the ground with so little effort but she supposed she shouldn't be. He was a trained warrior with enough strength to catch up with an unhindered girl on the run in full armor. Under normal circumstances, she might have protested being carried in such a manner but this actually provided some cover even if it was dreadfully uncomfortable. Her arms ached from the added strain of being in such a position caused and she could feel the blood rushing to her head but that was fine, she supposed. Perhaps she would pass out. That could only help things....for now anyway. It would save her the embarrassment of being flashed in front of god and everyone. The slap on her backside produced a surprised squeak from her mouth, her body jerking in an automatic response. Then she forced herself to simply hang there over his shoulder, lest she earn another slap. He had said that he didn't want her bruised and banged up but he had already tripped her at a dead run. Perhaps if they fell, she would land poorly, it wouldn't be difficult to do being carried like this. No, no. It was too risky. If she survived, she would undoubtedly be beaten. She actually did have marks on her body as she had told him...only rather than permanent marks they were a mixture of fading and fresh weals and bruises. She's rather not give anyone any reason to beat her if she could help it. The jeering of his men would have brought a blush to her face had it not already been red from the awkward position she was in. She had been too young to remember what capture was like all those years ago but she was unlikely to forget this. If she were the type to yell obscenities and if she didn't believe that it would also get her beaten, she would have had a few choice words to say to the loudmouth...this Jackson fellow. Instead she settled with what she hoped was an blood curdling glare, difficult to do in this situation. When she was finally placed back on her feet, she wavered for a moment, dizzy. She didn't have much time to orient herself before he started walking again but she did her best not to trip as she staggered after him. Then stared at her feet when she caught her balance. She was surprised and concerned that they were covered with black dirt and what appeared to be her blood. She must have cut them somehow while she was running. Stupid. The sound of hoof beats made her glance up just in time to see the baker from down the street get snatched up by her hair before receiving similar treatment to what she had just gotten. She winced. At least she hadn't been pulled around by her hair...although the woman wasn't getting spanked either so...mixed blessings. The knowledge that other women were being paraded naked should have made her feel better but it didn't. She could feel eyes on her and there was no way to cover herself without falling behind to be tugged forward by her master. She hated him, she decided, with the entirety of her being. All of this death, all of this pain and humiliation and they were joking . Most of the jokes were started by him. She hated him and she was stuck with him until he chose to kill her.