IKC FHew 7C6110
Alligences 1 – Dance Macabre - Part 1
by Eredh Hay'legh
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It was the smell that woke her.
Hay’Legh did not move as she came fully back to consciousness. Instead she remained limp and carefully opened her eyes. She found herself hanging backwards of the shoulder of some humanoid who had obviously had not bathed in several years. Her hair hung loose and she could feel it catching on the deck plates and her hands were also tightly bound and hanging. The Rihan did not have to move her head to sense that there were at least six other people moving along the corridor with her and the stinky pack mule.
All she could hear around her were the snide comments and guttural laughter of men; it sounded like there was more than the six she first thought. And the way her pack mule kept rubbing his free hand over her bottom followed by several unimaginative lewd suggestions told her exactly what was in store for her. She resisted the urge to kick him, it wouldn’t do her much good anyway.
She had no hope of escaping or doing anything out here in the open corridor – not with her hands and feet tied, so instead Hay’Legh played dead and waited for her next opportunity to escape to arise. They would have to untie her feet to do what they are planning, and that is all the opening she needed.
EL: Cygnet Corridor
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by Eredh Hay'legh
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| Title | Dance Macabre - Part 1 | |
| Mission | Alligences 1 | |
| Author(s) | Eredh Hay'legh | |
| Posted | Thu Jun 17, 2010 @ 3:13pm | |
| Location | Cygnet Corridor |
It was the smell that woke her.
Hay’Legh did not move as she came fully back to consciousness. Instead she remained limp and carefully opened her eyes. She found herself hanging backwards of the shoulder of some humanoid who had obviously had not bathed in several years. Her hair hung loose and she could feel it catching on the deck plates and her hands were also tightly bound and hanging. The Rihan did not have to move her head to sense that there were at least six other people moving along the corridor with her and the stinky pack mule.
All she could hear around her were the snide comments and guttural laughter of men; it sounded like there was more than the six she first thought. And the way her pack mule kept rubbing his free hand over her bottom followed by several unimaginative lewd suggestions told her exactly what was in store for her. She resisted the urge to kick him, it wouldn’t do her much good anyway.
She had no hope of escaping or doing anything out here in the open corridor – not with her hands and feet tied, so instead Hay’Legh played dead and waited for her next opportunity to escape to arise. They would have to untie her feet to do what they are planning, and that is all the opening she needed.
EL: Cygnet Corridor
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