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'There is no need – her voice will not come out, anyways,' the other one says, laughing, as they continue pushing me forward. After we go a short distance, I can see a carriage with horses waiting for us. A couple of new people are standing there with their horses, guarding the carriage and apparently waiting for us. They also look brutal and cruel.
'Oh, you brought her - that is good,' one of them says, smiling.
'Where are you taking me? What do you want from me? Why did you kill them?!' I shout the questions at you. Why would they take me? At first, I thought that they wanted to rape me and Skena, but the situation tells me that something else is going on.
'You are asking too many questions, girl,' one of them says and brutally pushes me into the carriage. I hit my head at the rim of the door. A piercing pain blinds me for a second and I become weak.
'Hurry,' he tells the others. When everyone is in the carriage with me, and some of them on their horses, the carriage starts moving.
I stop screaming, as there is no chance that Calem will hear me. Even if he does, these people are too many. I am afraid that he will not be able to win them with his three warriors. I do not want him to get killed. As they have not killed me yet, chances are that I will stay alive. This is the best situation now. Hopefully, I will be able to escape and to find Calem, if he does not find me first.
I silently start examining those armed people who have kidnapped me. They all have unpleasant faces and ugly expressions in their eyes. I feel sick looking at them. How could they kill everyone? I am sure that Skena is dead already. Even if she was still breathing while I was there, she needed to get help, which she did not get.
Tears run down my face as I remember how she wanted to find a good husband and to be happy in her life. If only my hands were free, I would strangle these people one by one. I would look into their eyes and strangle them for turning Skena's dreams and wish to be happy into dust. Apparently, my face and eyes tell them what I wish I could do to them, because one of them looks at me and says:
'I am glad that we have tied your hands. You look like a beast.'
'Yes, she looks like she wants to rip us off,' the other adds with a chuckle.
'It is good that we managed to get her,' another one says. 'It would be difficult if we were not in a group. Just look how much she looks like a tiger!'
'Are you sure her hands are tied tightly enough?' The first one asks the others. 'I feel uneasy by the look in her eyes.'
I wish my hands were not tied so tightly. I tried many times to free my hands, but in vain – they have tied it too tightly, with many knots.
'You can be sure,' the second one says. 'She cannot undo the knots.'
'Why are you so scared of a little girl?' Another one asks, looking utterly amused. 'So what if her hands are free? She is one little unarmed girl, and we are many armed men. She can do no harm to us.'
'You do not know what a woman is capable of if she wants revenge,' the first one says. 'I loved a girl when I was younger, and then she caught me with someone else.'
'I can already imagine what happened,' the second one says.
'No, you do not,' the first one interrupts him and shows them a long scar on his arm. 'This is the trace of her fingernail.'
'Her fingernail?'
'Yes, you heard it right,' he says, nodding. 'When she knew that I was with another girl, she sank her fingernail into the skin of my arm and the next thing I knew, I was bleeding horribly. The scar is still here, after five years.'
There is a silence. Obviously, everyone is thinking what I am capable of to get revenge from them for killing Skena and our warriors. Whatever they imagine, I am capable of more, and I am sure of that! Not in vain has Calem told me many times that I have the spirit of a warrior. If only my arms were free, I would prove to everyone what Elsie is capable of if she is in rage.
A small voice inside my head tells me that I had time before they tied my hands. Well, I was taken by surprise and did not know that they did not want to kill me. I was thinking of running away from them, which, obviously, was not the best idea.
