[h2]Marabella[/h2]

Bella stopped when the Viking darted to the door and shut it. She skidded to a stop, then gasped, her scream catching in her throat as he placed a blade against it. She gave sounds of protest as his hands roamed her body and stopped on her chest, looking for a weapon. She glared at him as he spoke to her and covered her mouth so she couldn’t answer the question he had asked. She gave a small sound as he ripped her dress to use as a gag and tied it around her mouth. She would have fought against him, but she didn’t see the point. 

He would have caught her before she got two steps in, but that didn’t mean she went easily as he dragged her to the cinder of the chamber. As he looked her over in the candlelight, she glared at him. Yes, she was scared, but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her in such a state. She watched him blow out the candle and step up to her, which was too close for comfort, and she continued to  glare at him. With him this close, he was risking her acting out and taking a swing at him. 

She contemplated it for a moment before deciding to take action. She quickly brought her arm up and swung her hand at his face. If she could hit in the right spot, she could not only slap him but scratch his face with her nails. It might even give her a way to escape as well.