Pass out under the pressure
From Create Your Own Story
Unable to take the tension as your blood roars in your ears, your mind goes black and you pass out...
You wake up some time later, with your head throbbing. Your eyes feel like they will roll out of your skull with every tremor, but somehow you manage to suppress the pain and open your eyes to see a thin man with a receding hairline looking down at you. Groggily, you try to raise your shoulders, but he gently. places a hand on your shoulder and pushes you back down.
"Don't try an' get up, girl. You've been through a lot."
You try to speak, ask what happened, but your throat simply sticks and squirms. The man sighs.
"You probably remember, but you were caught by slavers. Sorry to have to tell you, but the situation you've found y'self in hasn't changed. You've just managed to slow it down a little, so to speak."
He leaves your field of vision and fiddles with assorted objects before coming back. Your eyes light up as you see he's carrying a small leather waterskin which he proceeds to hold above your mouth. Gratefully, you open it and he pours it in, rubbing your throat as he does so. You splutter a little - you're certainly not used to drinking while horizontal.
"We cater to all types at them auctions, but we can't sell a girl who isn't in top condition - when you passed out, they had no choice but to bring you t'me. Call me Isaiah," he says, grinning with a mouthful of slightly chipped teeth. "Good grief, you caused a ruckus. It'll be another month before the auction comes 'round again." He winks at you. He observes your body for a minute before walking away. You can still hear him from where you are, presumably tending to some other girl who found herself in your predicament.
Coming to your senses a little, you look down at your body - it's been dressed in filthy rags, much less than you're accustomed to, but there's a (moderately) clean blanket covering you, which is something to be thankful for. There isn't anything restraining you, but it's impossible for you to leave. Your body still feels heavy and wooden, and the small feeling of Isaiah's hand suggested that he could grip a lot harder should he need to.
You:
Close your eyes and try to think of a way out of this
| Status | ||
| Health | 20 | Equipment:
rags |
| Stamina | 20 | |
| Mood | In Pain | Inventory:
none |
| Purse | 00, 00, 00 | |
