"come..... gotta..... ship"
"Fuck.... how long.... reach it"
The first thing I felt was the jostling of my body, it bumping up and down, leading to my head to constantly smack into something hard, making my pounding headache hurt even more. I involuntarily groan as I try to open my eyes, black spots fill my vision as if I've stared at the sun too long.
"SHH... hear that, I think he's awake." I hear someone say, "Oh come off it, he's been groaning like bitch these last couple days." another voice adds, causing a few snickers.
"Yeah well he nicked Bonnet good, didn't he" someone with a squeaky voice mentioned, "just wait till that little shit wakes up, I'm gonna fucking gut him" a much deeper voice adds, ending with a pained groan.
"Now now Bonnet, remember what we were told, we're not meant to kill him but we can rough him up a bit." that same squeaky voice declared to which he got a grunt in response.
""ow much we gettin' paid for this anyway?" Someone asked, "1,000 Gold dragons, meant to get him to Dorne then we can piss off to Lys, heard they've got those Valyrian whores there." squeaky voice replied, silence falls among them for the next hour or so as I try my hardest to seem unconscious. "Right, lets make camp here for now, we should be far enough from anyone chasing us."
I feel myself swung off the place I was resting and thrown onto the ground, causing me to groan out with pain and my eyes too open. "Oh he is awake." said the man with the squeaky voice, a tall stick-like figure with a mouth half full of teeth and ratty brown hair.
"Let me see" a harsh voice spoke out, revealing the owner of the voice as the squeaky man steps aside. He was the man I stabbed, tall and fat with tiny beady eyes, only this time his face was a pale white and wearing only a roughspun tunic covered in black-red stains at the bottom of it, blood.
He looks at me with murder in his eyes before turning his head towards someone starting a small fire and smirks a sadistic grin down at me.
I see him walk over to the person starting the fire and lays something down on the floor, turning back to me with the same grin on his face.
I sit there for some time, hoping that someone would come and kill these people, seventeen is the number, I counted from those gathering around the fire, there might be more on the outskirts of the camp. I'm pulled out of my thoughts when I see the fat man get up from his log and reached towards the fire, pulling out a small knife with a glowing red blade, the one I used to stab him with.
Suddenly, he starts making his way towards me holding the knife out in front of him.
Dreading what he is going to do, I start backing up, wriggling away from him with my hands tied behind my back. He steps forward and grabs my jaw in a vice-like grip between his sausage fingers, "I'm gonna fucking love this" he whispers to himself as he plunges the tip of the burning blade into the left-side of my forehead.
The unbearable pain spreads throughout my whole body, making me scream out agony, I feel him dragging the knife down my face, causing blood to dribble down into my left eye and adding the stinging sensation toothe rest of my torture. As I start to fall into unconsciousness from the pain, I hear a cry off into the distance and the rumble of what sounded like thunder, before falling into darkness.
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