PLEASE NOTE: This chapter has themes of abuse and violence against women. These issues may be traumatic to some readers.
Two men shove me into a ridiculously large tent and march me towards the center pole. The knife leaves my throat and I spin to attack, only to come face to face with a sword.
“Might want to be careful or you won't be so pretty anymore.” One of the men laughs. I spit at him, and he curses, but his compatriot knocks me in the head with the handle of his knife. I'm momentarily dizzy and feel the laces of my stay sliced through. I'm rushed bodily backwards against the huge center pole of the tent and my hands are yanked behind me even as I kick and scream, fighting to free myself. For a brief instant my hand is free and the sword clatters to the floor. I kick my foot at it
