You Are Never Welcome Here

I could feel the rough rope scratching against the delicate skin of my wrist.

 The searing, burning pain of the wound made my eyes teary. I wriggled my body so they knew I was in pain. I screamed, but the fabric in my mouth muffled the sound I made.

They'll kill me. I saw that on Thelma's angry face.

I had no idea what was going on. All I knew was that she was the Tyrell manor's head servant, who lured me into a trap and took me to wherever the hell she wanted to kill me. I heard my dress torn, and I screamed in terror, hoping they wouldn’t touch me. Just kill me, but Goddess, don't let them touch me!

One of them carried me on their shoulders while they hastily ran towards the exit. I remembered how many times they turned along the corridors of the manor. Three right, four left, and then straight, and they went downstairs. I could hear four deep voices laughing and snorting, and I could hear their fast breathing as they all carefully got out of the place, m