• I had lost. My body was turn, warn out, and my mind could hardly keep up with what was happening. I couldn't shake off the coldness that took over my body even though it was not cold. Moving was difficult. My heavy body did not take my commands well so pulling myself up out of the dirt and onto my hands and knees was a task.

    My attention slides up to my attacker. He just looked right back down at me with no emotion or mercy in his eyes. I had been undefeated until now. Not a person had ever beaten me when I chose to wield a sword. Life was fine, easy until that night.

    I looked up at him for only a moment more but then my head swung down again as I coughed up blood. One of his feet soon walks into my view and in an instant and I dodge his sword falling back on my hands and butt. My eyes turn where it almost hit but instead it landing. It is right between my thighs so close to my flesh, I could feel the coldness of the metal. It had also caught a piece of my shirt now holding me to the ground.

    If I were simply wearing a shirt perhaps pulling away would be easy, but I was wearing a thin leather shirt and because of my weakness I was stuck. I looked up at him but once again. My stomach tightened with pain and I collapse forward leaning on the sword, my knees on either side of it and my hands landing on top of another in front of it. It was then when my attacker takes the chance and plummeted a hand knife deep into both hands pinning them to the ground. My eyes snapped wide at the sight before pain took it's place causing a horrid gagged cry roaring from me lungs.

    I wanted to cry tears but I would not allow myself. I could not let this man see me so utterly weak as I was. I was in so much pain a small part of my just wanted to die. But I could not die, It would end there. After calming myself down a little I slowly once again turned my gaze up to the monster who could do this to me. After a very short silence he says to me in a calm, deep, quiet tone…

    "I'm going to leave you here for a while."From there he turned and begun to walk away with out another word. I watch him in silence as he leaves me to my agony. Was that really all he had to say? Was he actually going to come back? And if so then why?

    Did he have some kind of plan that involved me? That meant he was keeping me alive for some reason. But he was not going to just use me, no I knew he was going to break my first. But no, I would not be tamed. Let out a deep sigh before dropping my head.

    Despite how uncomfortable I was, I still felt very tired. My head felt fuzzy and I wanted to lay down so badly, but because of the sword in front of me I could not even lean forward in the great possibility of slitting myself. I was stuck in a horrible position for only God knows how long. The part of me that wished to die grew a little however more than that there was a part of me that wanted to make him pay. My heavy eyes so closed and I just sat there wishing for sleep.

    But because I had to keep sitting up sleep did not come. Soon night turned to day and the day passed by slowly the warm sun lightly bringing some life back to my cold body. I sat there for a day with out leaning on the sword once. In this small open field covered with tree's there is little chance a person would find me and a larger chance an animal would.

    But as the night came again I could not help it. I was so deliriously tired and it hurt to much to sit the way I was. Despite myself I slowly leaned forward and allowed my raw, tired body to start and relax against the swards blade. The blade of course begun to cut me deeply as my body grew limp leaning up again it. My eyes shut as pain seeped through my shoulder.

    But there was nothing more I could do but try to bare it. My warm blood slowly trickles down my arm, but the cut was not deep enough to allow me to bleed to death, and a part of me was sickened by this. Soon I allowed my eyes to slid open and I begun to just stare at my feet, hours passed until I finally fell asleep. My sleep is light, and I could still feel the suffering of my body. It was the next day when I woke up. My heavy head lifted and I scanned the scene.

    I had almost convinced myself it was all a horrible dream. It was then when hunger grabbed at my stomach in such a way I cough from loss of breath. Despite all my pain I was still alive. My thirst was also an awful thing. My lips were starting to crack, my throat felt like dry leather pressing against each other and my mouth felt as though it was muddy sand.

    My mind reminds me the sweet taste of cold water running down my throat. My eyes shut and I tell myself I can't think of it, that I have to think of ANYTHING but that. I slowly licked my dry lips to try and heal them but I am un successful. I allow my head to lower once again and allow the day to go on hoping in vain that someone would find me. My eyes slowly shut despite the fact I could not sleep as I was.

    An hour or so passed when a sound caught my attention. My eyes slipped open and slowly I pulled my head up to narrow my eyes at the blurry dark figure making his way to me. As he nears I finally realized who it is. It was that man, the man who beat me, then beat me some more, then imprisoned me to this ground. He made his way to me in silence before stopping about four feet away. He then just looked at me with that same look. He looked at my in that same smug 'I am better than you' look. It only took a moment before I yell in bitter anger.

    " YOU WEAK b*****d! I do not fear anything you can possible do to me!" I watched him lift up and eye brow. He then said in a light and calm tone.

    "Can't I?" He asked as if I challenged him. I watch him in silence as he slides to a knee and slides his hand into the think sand like dirt. My eyes grew wide as he stood and made his way over to me.

    "Don't touch me with your filthy hands!" He took yet another step forward before he grabbed my face with his free hand. I tried to pull away but I am too tired, and so weak. With the same hand he pushed two gloved fingers and my mouth to pry it open and then with his other hand he then threw the dirt in my face. He then let go of me and stood to his feet towering over me.

    I coughed and gagged, doing what ever I could to get the sand out of my mouth. A good amount of it even made it's way down my throat. Most of the dirt made it into my mouth but the dirt that didn't made it into my eyes. I shut my eyes tightly as sandy tears rolled down my face. In shame I face my head down so he could not see me.

    A gloved hand roughly took my chin and forced me to look up. My tear filled eyes opened and I looked up at him. His eyes are the eyes of an animal, un carrying, un feeling, merciless animal. My capture then said in a more dangerous tone than before…

    "You WILL fear me" His tone was serious, and I believed him. A small spark of fear hit's me, this is my harsh reality. I could find no words to say. This awful man was not done with me. He would not let me go so easy as to allow me to die, he was going to try to break me.