Post by Faeryl Tyr'athem on Jul 14, 2013 15:59:15 GMT -5
Dark. It was utterly dark. The small amount of light that had been able to filter into her ‘prison’ had faded away hours ago. Now it was dark, and silent… and vexing. She was so close and her friends had no idea. So close and yet there was nothing she could do to help them now.
Faeryl kicked fruitlessly at her prison again, more so out of frustration rather than in any sort of attempt to escape. She had tried to escape after she was sure the man who brought her here had gone, but had given that up quickly upon realizing that in her awkward position, she was merely wasting energy that would be better saved for the opportune moment… if that moment ever came. She had tried screaming, but the gag stifled her cries for help. And so she had resigned herself to waiting, wondering and hoping.
Bracing herself, she shifted her weight, hoping to find a slightly more comfortable position – and alleviate the dull ache spreading throughout her body. She winced and cried out as a sharp pain shot down her back, forcing her to stop. After a moment, the words of the man who had left her here drifted into her mind:
“I'd consider yourself lucky, it's much better than what your friends are going to get.”
Her friends… She wondered if they were alright. Were they any closer to finding Shelley? Were they concerned at all that she hadn’t arrived at the tavern yet? Had Randall confronted them, or did he continue to bide his time? Her thoughts turned to Edred in particular. Did he realize that she was missing? She prayed that he would be left unharmed, and she would get to see him again.
No matter the answers to her questions, she was almost certain that neither friend nor foe would be coming for her tonight, and closing her eyes, grudgingly settled down to get what little rest she could.
Faeryl kicked fruitlessly at her prison again, more so out of frustration rather than in any sort of attempt to escape. She had tried to escape after she was sure the man who brought her here had gone, but had given that up quickly upon realizing that in her awkward position, she was merely wasting energy that would be better saved for the opportune moment… if that moment ever came. She had tried screaming, but the gag stifled her cries for help. And so she had resigned herself to waiting, wondering and hoping.
Bracing herself, she shifted her weight, hoping to find a slightly more comfortable position – and alleviate the dull ache spreading throughout her body. She winced and cried out as a sharp pain shot down her back, forcing her to stop. After a moment, the words of the man who had left her here drifted into her mind:
“I'd consider yourself lucky, it's much better than what your friends are going to get.”
Her friends… She wondered if they were alright. Were they any closer to finding Shelley? Were they concerned at all that she hadn’t arrived at the tavern yet? Had Randall confronted them, or did he continue to bide his time? Her thoughts turned to Edred in particular. Did he realize that she was missing? She prayed that he would be left unharmed, and she would get to see him again.
No matter the answers to her questions, she was almost certain that neither friend nor foe would be coming for her tonight, and closing her eyes, grudgingly settled down to get what little rest she could.