A flickering light swaying back and forth, the lamp of a wagon illuminated the dull green eyes of a servant girl. The wagon bounced and rocked from the unsteady rhythm of the horses' hooves. Johanne's shackles jingled and clanked as she glared at the back of her Master's head. A fat man with wheat in his mouth, he whistled happily as he continue through the trees. Why he chose to travel at night, no clue to her. But he did. He kept her hidden in the day time, under cloaks and blankets.
"Why, look at you. You look like a little boy in his mother's clothes." Her Master taunted. She bit her lip and let out an inaudible sigh. He chuckled and looked back at her. "Don't worry. Once we get where we're going, I'll make you woman enough for anyone."
She couldn't hide the disgusted expression on her face. This man owned her? Surely, the Church knew he was a pervert. And here they were, all high and mighty accusing her of infidelities. With mules. Seriously?
She looked up; the night was starless, gloomy and depressing. She began to wonder why they had come this route.
"Not even a path was made, the town is so deserted," she thought. Sniffling and wheezing, she turned to her left, only to be jerked forward by the halt of the horses. "They had been doing just fine until now."
"Damn ignorant-" Her Master swore, removing his hat. The horses began to kick up, frightened by something unbeknownst to the duo. Johanne reached her hand out, trying to warn her Master, "M-Master, I think-"
Johanne was immediately silenced by a blow to the throat. She swallowed hard and let out a whimper. Her Master cringed at her as he began to take the lantern off its post. The wagon was violently rocked back and forth, the horses now kicking up their legs in fear. Johanne grew frightened. She huddled her knees up to her chest and began to pray. Though she had abandoned her beliefs in the Church long ago, she felt as if it were the right thing to do. She shook, clenching her teeth as she sent words up, hoping someone would hear her cries. Johanne was afraid.
The fear only deepened when one horse whinnied loudly, then fell with a loud thump.
The Master of Johanne jumped out of the wagon, concerned about his prize winning horses. What he came to find brought bloodcurdling shrieks to his lips. The lantern was dropped, along with the other horse. Johanne yelped and scanned the wagon quickly, scrounging up her quiver and knapsack.
Bow in mouth, she rolled out of the wagon and began sprinting, as fast as her nimble legs would take her. Johanne refused to look at the sight in front of the wagon. She held in screams as she ran, tears in her eyes. Johanne summoned all of her energy and made an all out dash, her dress tearing as she ran through the bushes.
Johanne soon grew out of breath, barely reaching a dimly lit area. She shuddered, her eyes going narrow as she made one final sprint. Her knees grew weak, her breathing heavy, but she refused to scream for help. It was night time. And she was alone.
"Why, look at you. You look like a little boy in his mother's clothes." Her Master taunted. She bit her lip and let out an inaudible sigh. He chuckled and looked back at her. "Don't worry. Once we get where we're going, I'll make you woman enough for anyone."
She couldn't hide the disgusted expression on her face. This man owned her? Surely, the Church knew he was a pervert. And here they were, all high and mighty accusing her of infidelities. With mules. Seriously?
She looked up; the night was starless, gloomy and depressing. She began to wonder why they had come this route.
"Not even a path was made, the town is so deserted," she thought. Sniffling and wheezing, she turned to her left, only to be jerked forward by the halt of the horses. "They had been doing just fine until now."
"Damn ignorant-" Her Master swore, removing his hat. The horses began to kick up, frightened by something unbeknownst to the duo. Johanne reached her hand out, trying to warn her Master, "M-Master, I think-"
Johanne was immediately silenced by a blow to the throat. She swallowed hard and let out a whimper. Her Master cringed at her as he began to take the lantern off its post. The wagon was violently rocked back and forth, the horses now kicking up their legs in fear. Johanne grew frightened. She huddled her knees up to her chest and began to pray. Though she had abandoned her beliefs in the Church long ago, she felt as if it were the right thing to do. She shook, clenching her teeth as she sent words up, hoping someone would hear her cries. Johanne was afraid.
The fear only deepened when one horse whinnied loudly, then fell with a loud thump.
The Master of Johanne jumped out of the wagon, concerned about his prize winning horses. What he came to find brought bloodcurdling shrieks to his lips. The lantern was dropped, along with the other horse. Johanne yelped and scanned the wagon quickly, scrounging up her quiver and knapsack.
Bow in mouth, she rolled out of the wagon and began sprinting, as fast as her nimble legs would take her. Johanne refused to look at the sight in front of the wagon. She held in screams as she ran, tears in her eyes. Johanne summoned all of her energy and made an all out dash, her dress tearing as she ran through the bushes.
Johanne soon grew out of breath, barely reaching a dimly lit area. She shuddered, her eyes going narrow as she made one final sprint. Her knees grew weak, her breathing heavy, but she refused to scream for help. It was night time. And she was alone.