"Captive Care"
I betrayed them. My fellow greeks. I now fight with Hector of Troy. The greeks I fight despise me. I can never go back to Phita, my home. As I fight they do not realize I am a woman only that I am a greek fighting with the Trojans. The Greecian cowards retreat at the command of Agamemnon. That coward. I turn to return to Troy with Hector to help care for his baby. I get about five steps when I feel a vice grip on my neack chocking me. I struggle but to no avial. I pass out.
"Get up whore!!" someone shouts kicking me hard in the stomache. I groan in pain. He yanks me up by my hair tearing out a handful. This time I scream the pain numbing my whole body. He regrabs me in the same spot. I stiffle back the tears that burn my eyes. They pull me up. I can' t move my legs. I look down. They've been bound with leather straps. I wiggle like a worm trying to escape the grasp of a naughty little boy. My armour grinds their skin and slows their walk.
"Do you think he'll like her?" one grimy man asks the other.
"I don't know he might like a challenge. The fiesty ones always tend to be better to bed to." the other coughs. Hearing this I sqiurm harder. One of the grimy men stops and shoves me down. He examines me closer than I would like.
"You're still a virgin are'nt you? Well I'll just have to fix that problem." he said coming at me. I try valiantly to inch away. He was cutting the straps on my legs when a guard comes out of a nearby tent.
"Hey you! You dare try to spoil the Kings prize?!" The large gaurd runs toward us. I cover my head with my arms, which were also bound before the grimy man tried to rape me. He lops off the head of the man without even blinking. He glares at the other and watches him scurry away like a cowardly rat. He scoops me up gently holding me tight as I squrim. He carrys me to the tent from which he came. He tosses back the cloth door and steps into the tent. He sets me on the floor in front of a fat pair of feet. Then the fat feet spoke. Thier voice was gruff and low.
"And who might you be my dear?" It asks. My eyes widen as I realize who it was. I look up and my fears are coming to life. It was Agamemnon. I stood with my chin high and swiftly spat on his face. He slapped me hard across the face. Compared to the large lump on my head it was nothing. I stiffled a laugh at the attempt of the fat king to hurt me.
"You tell me your name whore." he said gruffly obviouly trying to intimidate me. This time I couldn't stiffle the laugh. I snorted out the laugh and answered,
" I am Ambrosine of Phita." As I did this I could see the rage in the king of kings rise rapidly. His face was bright red and his double chins were quivering. He grabbed my neck trying to choke me. His attempts were futile. His hands weren't even strong enough to puit pressure on my neck. Nevertheless I played along with his little game.
"Yo-you're a GREEK?!" He screamed pushing me back. I laughed and stood as his gaurds surrounded me. One gaurd spoke,
"My Lord, this is no ordinary Greek. She is said to be as strong as Achilles. They say she can kill the whole Greek army by herself. I wouldn't suggest angering her"
"Well obviously I couldn't take on the whole Greek army by myself. If I could do you really think I would be here?" I smarted back at the brainless gaurd. He turned and glared. I growled and he scurried away. "Do you really expect me to be scared of this little GIRL?!!!" Agamemnon fummed. He stepped toward me. He went to reach for my face but I slapped back his hand. He fromed a twisted smile on hi s fat, ugly face.
"See my dear this is why I'm going to give you to Achilles. Maybe he can tame you for me." He said pointing toward a blonde, blue eyed warrior. This man, Achilles, he was obviously pissed at Agamemnon for dragging him into my caprutre. I could see the anger rise in him. He took my arm and dragged me out of the tent filled with smelly pigs. He loosened his grip so I easily slid out of his grasp. I watched him walk into a black tent at the very end of the camp. I kept walinking in hopes of returning to the cave I had been hiding my belongings in scince I sailed to Troy to help Hector. I felt my face as I walked. I felt warm blood. I instantly reached to the back of my head feeling more blood. Damn, my head. I thought. I slid behind a rock at the entrance of the cave. I listened to soft footsteps enter the cave. I swiftly held the sword of Phita to the throat of the follower. It was Achilles.
"Why did you follow me?" I asked fuming and coughing on blood.
"That's why you're hurt and need help." he replided voice void of emotion. Those were the first words he ever spoke to me. I was shocked.
"Why should a warlord as great as you care." I asked lowering my sword.
"Because I see how valuable your alliance could be."