Pain and Confusion

I wasn't sure what was going on. I have never seen this person before, or at the moment when the thick woolen fibers of fear started to harden in my head I didn't think I had. All I knew... it wasn't...Him. Just when I started to get my wits and dare to feel a hint of thrill over my new life, something was happening. I quickly reached over snatching my blanket to wrap it tight around me. I felt...shameful. I didn't feel shameful standing on the platform naked while I was cleaning, or working on the leather and furs. Now I did. This strange man was looking at me. The look of amusement seemed to flash over his eyes and that brought me more fear. He hadn't said a word yet, and I was completely losing it! This man was going to steal me! I knew it. This place had some strange just up and just snatch people away thing happening. That had to be it. Why would a man be in this wagon who wasn't Him? I am still not sure what happened, but I was beyond myself! I started to scream at this man and looked around for things to ward him off with. Only thing near me was fur carpets, and piles of leather vest and strips of black I knew were bound between girls thighs. So that was my protection, didn't really do much, but I have to say I was a bit not myself. Cause I didn't know the person who was screaming for this man to get out of her Master's wagon! How one can't go around just taking folks like this! This person who was throwing kalmak's and chatka's at this big Warrior walking towards her. The girl who tried to push rugs between her and him. The person who stripped off her blanket and threw it at him before trying to crawl as far as the chain would allow to teh back of the wagon, and started to pull furs and whatever she could find over her.


Of course she didn't get to far. The sound of colorful words about insane dwellers, grunts and pulling of chain dragged me right back to him no matter how much I tried to dig my nails into the wooden floor under rugs. I felt a hand taking my legs and using the chain to wrap around my ankles, then another hand pulling my arm to the small of my back, as a knee pinned it, and I gasped for breath under the weight holding me in place. A few things happened so quickly. I felt the shackle released from my ankle and another weight placed on my neck. Once the weight lifted from my back, a hand found the collar quickly pulling me to the tips of my toes. For an ehn...I didn't think I could breath, or I merely forgot. He looked into my eyes, which instantly flooded with tears. I wasn't allowed an ihn to catch my wits as I was dropped to the floor and told to pick up the mess I just made.


Harta!


My heart froze and I quickly rushed around the wagon to collect every ebony piece of leather placing it back in the tipped over basket. I laid the furs back across the flooring. I took my blanket, pressing it against my face for a last breath before it was folded and placed at the edge of the sleeping couch. I was told to follow. I gathered my chores, not sure why, maybe if I thought of what made me feel safe I could get over how much I felt I was being choked by the metal band at my neck that felt like it was beyond tight. Reality was, it was loose but the effect was nothing short of being strangled. I let the straps of the bota's find my shoulders and I held the things brought to me to work on by Catch. I walked out feeling a blush touch as I was naked and following this man I didn't know. I found myself trying to stay in his trailing shadow. Some of the passing slaves watched me curiously. He walked into this other wagon, and I followed hearing the deep bang of my heart rising up my throat, making this band of steel tighter, and almost deafening in my ears.

It was then, he motioned me to the side, there I placed my task against the wall in a pile, and I knelt, blushed, and looked to the material tossed at me. I was to wear that, he said, while I was outside. I looked up for the first time finding words that were not being screamed or out of fear.

"What am I to do outside?"

He looked a bit amused again by my ignorance. There was that hint of irritation still there from my emotional outburst, but I had to say I was beyond thankful he wasn't angry. I blushed a bit seeing him just look at me. I was told..of His wants. I was to find a slave to help me. I was to learn. I was to wear this cloth outside. He pulled out this band of bells. I only looked up when I heard the chimes. He walked towards me and I felt myself ease back against the wall, and he chuckled. He didn't wait for me to move as he might have wanted. His hand touched my leg, and he pulled out my leg, and I didn't fight him. But a grin told me he noticed how much I tensed up and my hands went over all my girl parts in shield. He was..touching me again. Though it was just to lock the bells against my ankle, it had some strange effect again on me.

"Thank You.......Master"

I think that threw us both off a bit. I felt him still looking at me, while I suddenly found my fingers very interesting. He lifted to a full stance before touching my hair, and walking out without another word..until he pushed back the flaps and said one more thing.

"Your to be back in the wagon by nightfall, or I might be out there to get you. Maybe you might be lucky and just have a sleen eat you"

I heard him turn quickly and steps go down the stairs. I was afraid, confused and had no idea what was going to happen now. It was late in the afternoon, my head was hurting and my chest was aching.

What did this all mean?

I just found a fur and laid against it. I found sleep was my escape when I couldn't understand my own emotions in things around me. Not sure how long I slept when I smelled stew, and the warmth of Catch. Her aura had a very smooth and silky smell. She gave comfort by being close. I was soulfully exhausted. I didn't say a thing, I wasn't ready to. I touched the collar and it burned my finger tips. I was just so confused. So confused.