[quote=@Odin]
[i]“And you're sure of it?”[/i]

[i]“Yes, I saw her leaving alone an hour ago. Not sure where she went, but the Servant wasn't with her, and I'm sure he is in his private room.”[/i]

[i]“Okay, so what the hell are we waiting for.. let's show her what she gets for resisting a Monarchist.”[/i]

The boots of the men walked through the castle halls rapidly. They came from the dormitory, which had been temporarily set up in one of the many mess halls. The castle was large and had many rooms to service the many Servants that lived there. Like would be expected of a true holy order, a Monarchist cross was to be found almost everywhere. These men did not seem to care, however. They approached the large castle doors and left the castle, stepping into the courtyard. They greeted the two Servants that were guarding the entrance, and then headed into the city, walking through the castle-keep gate that separated the keep from the town. The large castle walls of the town itself were grand, but the pinnacle of Coedwin was no doubt the castle keep. 

They followed the roads, looking for the woman. There were five of them, including the two of them that had earlier assaulted Saina. The one with the broken nose was visibly still quite.. shaken from that entire event. His nose was crooked and bandaged, a sure sign to remember Saina of just who this man was. They were carrying torches and seemed to be almost like a regular patrol of guards. 

Though they were somewhat tired, the adrenaline of their plan was kicking in and their pace increased with every step they took. However since they hadn't trailed Saina, finding her would prove to be nigh impossible, and indeed they would spend nearly an hour walking around before they found any sign of her. When they walked past a warehouse with a light burning inside, they briefly stopped. One of the men peeked inside through a window, before looking back at the men with him.

[i]“Just some merchant discussing some stuff with a woman,”[/i] he said. It was a lucky break for Saina, perhaps, that she had faced away from the window. She had probably saved the life of the merchant in the process, as the men were clearly not in the mood for negotiation or diplomacy, and it was wholly likely that they would've went in there and cut them down where they stood, leaving none alive to witness the horrible acts they would perform on Saina. 

But they did not see her - and did not think to ask the people inside if they had seen a Sawarim slave. There were too many Sawarim slaves anyway, so the question would've served no purpose.

[i]“Alright, let's go, we'll walk in a circle back to the castle and see if she's going back any time soon,”[/i] the one with the broken nose said. They continued on their way, following a path along the outer edges of the city, hugging the walls before walking down the main road through the center of the city. 

It did not take them long after all to stumble across Saina, purely by accident. Her hair was ruffled, looking like she just had a tumble with a man, and her dress was pulled off the shoulder. If anything this gave the men more of a reason to take her - she was worthless after all, a whore. [i]“She didn't even pleasure the Servant,”[/i] one of the men whispered as they followed her. 

[i]“Aye, she's not a good slave. Do you think she decided to do this herself, to earn some money, or did the Servant send her to take care of one of his friends?”[/i]

[i]“She seems rather comfortable walking here looking like a whore, so my guess is she did this herself.”[/i]

[i]“Quiet, you two! Get her!”[/i]

The voices would be hushed, but not out of earshot for Saina. However, if she suddenly ran, it was likely that the men would catch up anyway. It was much harder to run in a dress than in a light tunic and some linen trousers, after all. They would walk up behind her, and one of the men would suddenly grasp her wrist, pulling her back sharply and nearly forcing her face to bump into the man. [i]“Looks like we finally caught you! Alone, even. You've just come back from a [b]customer[/b] have you not? Don't you know being a whore, a woman of loose morals, is against the word of the Monarch? You'll have to repent for that, and we know just the way! We'll show you how the Monarchists, men of the [b]true[/b] God, repent for their sins.”[/i]

Another man walked closer and grasped her around her waist, giving her a rather tight bear hug, and catching her other arm in the hug as well, making it so that she could not fight back quite as well. He lifted her from the ground and took her with him, following the four men while they looked for an empty warehouse. Since she'd just come from her discussion with the merchant, and so they had found themselves right in the middle of the warehouse and business area of the city - the marketplace was right around the corner, one of the men remembered. 

They entered an empty and abandoned warehouse and the man holding Saina would walk to one of the support poles that held up the second floor. He'd push her up against this pole, while one of his four companions reached for a rope that laid on a chest nearby. Promptly he would force her arms behind her back, around the pole, and would then tie her hands together. He made sure to tie it very tightly, though his work was not expert and he did not seem to have any experience with kidnapping people. Her hands were tied, but she could still move them, and wiggle her hands if she wished.

She was now standing up, her back pressed against the pole. The man with the broken nose got closer and pushed aside the two men that were busy tying her up. With a quick movement his head jerked close to hers and he stared directly into her eyes. [i]“So we meet again. I got my weregild, you know.. but I don't think it was quite enough. Look at what you did to my nose - you, you fucking [b]Sawarim bitch[/b],”[/i] he'd say, the words spitting from his mouth in a rather angry fashion. The way he called her a Sawarim bitch made it quite clear he held no sympathy for the Sawarim desert-lords, those tribal peasants that ate sand for breakfast and dinner. 

[i]“You Sawarim harlots have no morals and don't understand Gods' will, I can see that.. look at you, your dress half off your shoulders. Didn't your Servant master just buy that for you, you unthankful wench? He'll be glad we got rid of you when we're done with you, no more expenditure for him..”[/i]

His hand grabbed her shoulder harshly, and he dug his nails into her shoulder, which was bare as she had just removed her dress from it to appear more like a real slave. Perhaps she had done a job that was too good. While he was merely grasping her shoulder now, she would soon find he could and would do much worse. 

[i]“You desert mongrels are good for nothing else. You're nothing more than an object to be used, aren't you? You know, we hear the stories here, and we're sure they're all true.. you sand-eaters fuck your own horses, don't you? That's why you hold them in such high regard. Cause your men can't do a good enough job, so you need the horses to satisfy you? I'll show you what a Broacienien man can do.”[/i]

He'd promptly turn around and look at the four men, and then pointed at the door. [i]“Go outside and keep guard. You'll get your turns, I promise.”[/i] A gross-sounding laugh followed, and the other men laughed along. Yes, she'd be run through at the end of the night, and then left for dead, tied to a pole, her privates ripped to shreds by the careless savages that these men seemed to be.

When the four men left the warehouse, the man with the broken nose would inch closer to Saina, his ugly face coming next to hers. He'd whisper into her ear, while his hand rested on her shoulder and lessened the grip he had there. His other hand would promptly brush between her dress, lifting it slightly, before he'd place his hand over her crotch. [i]“You're going to love this.”[/i]

By now, Saina might have realized that the ropes around her wrists had loosened if she had wiggled them enough. She would more than likely have enough space to draw her wrists free, and free herself. The mans dagger was exposed. It's blade was straight, and it was clearly of Broacien origin. She could easily reach for it, grab it, and slit the mans throat or stab him. The close proximity of the mans face meant that, if she could get past his vulgar words, his terrible smell, and the hand that was now nestled firmly on her crotch and beginning to feel her up, he would not notice her actions until it was too late.

But first, she had to make the move, and reach for the weapon. And secondarily, she'd have to find a way to do it without alarming the four men outside, unless she had wished to fight off all four of them. While she might be raped otherwise, she would likely still be alive afterwards. [i]Perhaps.[/i] But if the four of them found their friend dead at the hands of a slave, with a dagger in her hands, there was no way she would survive it.

By now the man was groping her, his hand having dropped from her shoulder and aggressively grasping at her breast through the fabric of her dress. Clearly, whatever morals Ketill held himself to that had made him not ask for Saina's company as of yet, these men lacked the same morals, and they had no problems raping her. The decency to ask her to service them was lacking - though Saina was more than likely to have denied that request - and they were more reminiscent of animals than men. 
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