4 drunk men and a whole load of trouble...
(read part I on my profile befor reading this)I was cold. Starving. Shivering under a thin, naked oak tree. My plan of running away, I hadn't thought it through properly. My eyes skimmed the dark, velvet sky above me, and locked onto the dozens of shining stars. " Please, please, guide me. Please tell me what I should do. Please tell that kind boy, with blonde hair and brown eyes, my masters son, that I'm not what he thinks I am. Help him understand what he saw in the masters study." Nothing happened, except from my heart dropping down into the bottom of my ribcage. I saw a flicker in the dark- A fire! WARMTH!
Hungrily, I rushed towards the flickering fire. Only to find 4 drunk men positioned on 2 logs of wood, all jeering and laughing at their disgusting jokes. "Oi, there's a lass staring at us!" "A fine one she is, though thin as a blimey twig!" They all started laughing- Suddenly, a fat, greasy hand snaked round my waist. "Come here lassie, we all know what you and I want!" NO! I tried to grasp free of his grip, but it was too tight. He pinned me down on the floor and his slimy, sluggish toungue started poking around my mouth. My lips felt crushed. His hands trailed up my thigh. They were all standing around him, staring at me. Well I'm not that kind of girl. With every force available, I kicked him up the crotch and made a run for it. "OI!" They started running after me. There was nowhere to hide, only a wide empty lane.
Swiftly, I took a U turn, taking them by surprise. A hand gripped my thin dress and soon the whole hem was ripped off, leaving my cold ankles exposed. The shock made me run even faster, until I saw an Inn. I stumbled into a room full of sweaty men and only one girl who was serving a tray of bacon. "Ooooh, whats a fine girl like you doing in the middle of the night!" one of the men jeered. I ignored them and skimmed around for a place to hide. "What's she doing? Silly girl!" Anger bubbled up inside me. "Shutup you fat, old man!" I yelled before diving under a stool to hide. Laughter echoed from all directions.
The laughter stopped as the door banged open, revealing the horrid 4 men from earlier. "Where's that slutty girl! Any of you lot seen a girl, blonde hair, killer lips, fine body!" "Very fine!" said the man behind him, and they all (the 4 men) broke into fits of laughter. The bartender, a kind looking man with a bald head said, "We aint seen no lass here! Sorry boys!" The 4 men roared and stomped out of the Inn. I lay curled up under my stool, unable to move. Suddenly, everyone in the inn was looking at me. "Poor lass..." mumbled the man I called fat and old. I was dragged out from under the stool and everyone turned to look at me. "I don't know who she belongs to. Little girl (Im 15!!!) wheres ye mah and pah!" Sighing, I mumbled, "I don't know. I'm nobody."
" A runaway slave! " One of the men piped up. "Jimmie, take 'er to yur' house, she's obviously a slave. Tell 'er to stay there while we decide what to do wid 'er!" "I'm here, not invisible!" I muttered through gritted teeth. They laughed. But a kind laugh.
Jimmie turned out to be a a handsome boy of probably 18, with a mass of dark curly hair and crystal blue eyes. He was gourgouse, and he knew it. If I wasn't already in love (WITH MY OLD, VILE MASTERS SON) then I would have liked him. "Come here lassie, don't want you gettin lost like a headless chicken again." He flashed a killer smile, which had no effect on me. Suddenly, a girl with wavy, brown hair up to her waist, and daimond amber eyes called after him, "remember our date- No, meeting tomorow! DON'T FORGET!" She was shooting me daggers, and if looks could killl I would be dead by now. As she said it, she gave me a smug smile, as if to say, he's mine. Have him.
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