Snatched

As the young man's grasp loosened from her arm, Islana slipped away from him and ran.

The problem was she didn't know exactly where she was, how to find the guard or get back to some place that would be safe. So, the redhead ran generally in the direction she had come from, thinking from the center of the market place she could at least make it back to the room. If only it was clear that the direction her feet were headed was the correct one.

As she walked back, or at least she hope it was back towards the market and fountain, more and more shouted after her. Maybe they knew she had to be a slave. Or maybe they knew a foreign woman would not be alone unescorted.

Whatever it was their shouts were becoming more and more aggressive.

As Islana turned a corner, she almost crashed against a very large man. Immediately she recognised her guard. He glared at her, giving her the gold pouch back. "Keep!" He growled placing a hand on the back of her neck and marching her ahead of him, hopefully back to their quarters.

When the petite women almost ran into the large guard she was glad to see a familiar face, for the brief instant before the glaring eyes reached her and the hand went to the back of her neck. Her mind couldn't help but go one place, that she was likely in a great deal of trouble.

Even though she knew better than to look him in the eye, the anger was rather noticable.

The guard was clearly not happy with her, and she had managed to get herself into trouble, yet again. At this point Islana could only think, figures.

No idea where he was marching her to, hopefully back to the room. Then Islana's stomach fell at what might happen next.

A slave who got into trouble, worse a woman in this society - that in Islana's mind only meant one thing - Shalia (her guess) was likely going to have to punish her in some way.

As Islana was escorted through the small alleyway of the fort feeling the calloused hand of the guard on her neck her mind raced. Shalia had been kind to her so far but that might change at any time, Islana knew well enough. Suddenly the man stopped. His hand slowly descended down her back as if his fingers were caressing her. She froze. She looked back. Saw his vacant eyes rolled in the back of his head and blood trickle down his lips.

The large men fell to his knees. Before Islana could even process what was happening a bag came over her head. Darkness fell.