Day: 40

A whisper here

A whisper there

I heard the low gossip of the bandit's women.

~Samantha

The remaining of her days was occupied with meeting the demands of rowdy men who could care less about her well being.

She served to a bunch of staving pigs. Yet, she couldn't shake a sense of duty to serve her younger customers.

Children whom looked at her with such adoring eyes. They laughed when she smiled their way, and cheered when she gave them sweets to eat.

The women among the rebels, however, kept their distance for the most part.

It was as if she was this outsider among them. Which she was. She was groomed and pampered all her life and they wasn't. She was use to a certain lifestyle. Not this rough way of living.

At least, she thought so.

Walking along one evening, she happened to stumble upon a small group of the rebellion women speaking in hushed tones near one of the tents. The closer she got, the easier she could make out pieces of their conversation.

"Was kidnapped..." one said.

"...I heard she fainted..." another whispered.

"...Was she always so weak..." said the last.

The first leaned forward muttering, "...some princess..."

"She seem nice and fair." the last said as an afterthought.

She saw all heads agreed with the last statement. She'll be a lying fool if she said that one comment brought a smile to her face. She approached with a smile, but to her demised they flee in different directions.

A wave of depression and uncertainty filled her lonely heart. How does one make friends here?

"You royal butt." A elderly voice came. "You sit all high and mighty up at your castle and think nothing of us -- the ones staving to keep your kingdom running."

Samantha looked toward an wrinkled face woman. Her grey thinning hair combed to the back made her look like such a sweet woman. She sat in a rocking chair on a porch in front of one of wooden house.

"Huh?" Samantha's brow turned inward.

"Come here, Girl." The elderly woman beckon.

Samantha took a few steps toward the woman. Raised to respect her elders, Samantha was one to do as she was told. Besides the woman had seem nice, just a little rough around the edges. 

"Don' bother with her, old woman. She isn't worth shit." The masculine voice was deep to Samantha's ears.

Turning around she is face with a man that was twice her weight. He wore similar bandit clothing, but she found herself covering her nose. "Coming from the man who smells just like it."

"What was that?" He took a step closer to her.

Unshielding her nose, she glared directly at him. "You reek. That's what I said."

"I ought to make you regret saying that to me." He clenched his yellowish teeth and glared back.

"By spitting on me." She wiped her cheek. "Yeah that's one way Funky Skunky."

His left eye twitched. "You're here as our slave. I'll be careful if I was you."

Samantha's eyes widen as he came toward her. There was no way she was going to get away from him if he were to attack her. She had to do something, and do something fast.

"A pretty girl like you are always the ones that attract attention."

She spotted a rock that was a little bigger than her hand near her left foot. Seeing where her gaze went, he swiftly kicked the rock away.

"Don't get any ideas." Grabbing her arm, he drew her to him roughly.

"Let go!" She tugged away from him only to have him pull her back.

"It's time you pay with that beautiful mouth of yours." He leans toward her, his lips puckered.

"Matthew, you value your tongue I'm guessing."

She recognized thar voice. Yet it couldn't be him. He doesn't care about what happen to her. These were his people after all. When she look in the direction the voice came, she found him standing there

"Come on, Tristan, she's asking for it," the brute of a man complained.

"And she's mine."

O'course he wanted to stop this man. He placed a claim on her. One she didn't ask for. One she didn't want.

"I won't ask again," Tristan said.

Matthew took a step back, releasing Samantha. Rolling his eyes, he muttered under his breathe before turning and walking away.

Once the man was quickly moving along, she looked at the devil. "I'm not yours or anyone possession."

"Wrong princess." He approached her. His body seem to gave off the vibe of overconfidence. Leaning toward her, he whispered near her ear. "You're my secret pleasure when the sun goes down."