Thread: Life's Journey (The_Gladiator & darkangel76)

The man grabbed and pulled, his rough hands hardly gentle as he dragged Rhonwhyn through the nearly silent halls of the inn in which she and Torth had been staying. And Torth... by all that was Brigantia... She hoped he was all right, that harm hadn't befallen him like it seemed to have befallen her. The fates seemed to be mocking her this dark and inky night as they weaved a web full of frightful, yet all too real nightmares. She could almost hear their maniacal laughter as they created intricate patterns of a shadowed and darkened destiny that was hardly welcome as far as she was concerned. Oh Torth... just where was he? Where? This way, the man whispered harshly against Rhonwhyn's ear, his nose brushing against her as he spoke. Without even realizing it, Rhonwhyn had crinkled her nose as she winced beneath his hand as he continued to cover her mouth. His breath was putrid, rank with the smell of alcohol and meat. The very odor made her want to retch where she stood, the bile rising as he pulled her along without a care. But all too soon, she could see the doorway leading toward the outside. Still... no sign of Torth, her guardian, the one man she'd hoped could help her in this time of fear and terror. But he was nowhere to be found... Keep going, bitch! the man hissed, his grip tightening as he pushed Rhonwhyn forward. For the first time, Rhonwhyn let out a tiny whimper, her eyes welling with tears as her feet moved of their own accord. Surely there would be bruises from this assault, marks to remind her for days on end of this night she was whisked away from her life. Just then, her heart began to sink, realization striking hard. Torth wasn't coming. Something was wrong. Something... At that, the man flung open the door and shoved her outside, his hand still holding her arm tightly. Scream and I cut you. Run away and it's death, the man stated, his voice cool confidence as he spoke, his dark eyes glinting as he watched his captor look upon him with both worry and frightno doubt the fright was partially due to his shocking appearance. There, there, beauty, he added, a hand coming up to stroke Rhonwhyn's pale cheek before touching the platinum curls that hung about her slender shoulders. You're a rare gem, a worthy piece to be had. And had you'll be. He smirked at her, his rough hands moving back to her face as they ran along her neck, down her shoulders, tracing the contours of her collar-bone. In fact, you'll be had by all. Rumor has it that the Sisters Trine are trained. Rhonwhyn instantly felt the blood rush from her face. Immediately, her breaths came harder, her heart pounding so hard she thought she'd faint. Sir, I'm not sure of these rumors, but... Suddenly, the man struck Rhonwhyn across the face causing her to fall. He glanced about, unsure if his men had gathered or not. As he looked down upon his captor, he couldn't help but lick his lips. She looked so lovely as she looked up at him with those glistening pale eyes, rimmed red with tears as she began to weep at her situation. Yes, it was finally sinking in. Truth was brutal. Next time, I won't be as gentle! the man nearly shouted, his voice a hoarse and husky whisper. Rhonwhyn could see the bulge growing in his pants as he looked down upon her and she swallowed hard. Scrambling backwards, her hands clutched at her blue gown, the material seeming so thin a barrier now that she was seemingly alone and in the dark with this horrid brute. Oh Torth... Torth... Fresh tears began to fall and Rhonwhyn shook her head. But the man just smirked. He then reached down and grabbed her by the wrist, forcing her to get up. We're leaving Belbarren, he stated not even trying to hide his arousal. My men will meet us on the road. It's then that your first taste of true education will begin. At that, the man began dragging Rhonwhyn through the darker streets of town until they finally reached the outskirts. Oh how cruel life truly was, how evil fate could be! Before it had even begun, her life was finished and she'd be forever ruined. Death would be sweeter now... yes... death. The morbid thoughts continued to swirl through Rhonwhyn's mind as the tears continued to fall. Fortunately, the dark hid the streaks the tears left in their wake, but it did nothing to hide the fear dwelling in her heart.