Author's note: Hello again my readers.
I had this idea pop in my mind and thought: let's just give it a try. Not sure if I'll continue this, unless people would like me to.
For the record. No, I do not think lightly about sexual abuse. I had a man who tried to do it to me once.
I made sure he wouldn't do it to anyone else again. (at least for a while)
I will not write out any scenes in detail that contain the sexual abuse either, simply because I don't want to and don't think it's needed.
Let me know what you think and if you'd want me to continue.
The ship gently sways from one side to the other as it smoothly slides over the water surface. The crew of the ship worked hard to get to their destination as fast they could. The gods had blessed them with an amazing breeze that filled their sails.
Deep below the deck were the slaves that had been captured. Among them was a young woman, eighteen years of age. Her skin as pale as milk. Her hair black as coal. Her eyes green like emeralds.
She sat on the wooden floor. Alone. Her eyes red and puffy from crying. She sat with her knees against her chest. Her arms around her legs and her head rested on her knees. She looked around, tears slowly made their way over her pale cheeks.
Even though it was dark down below, the teen's eyes were used to it by now. She saw small groups of other slaves sitting close to one another.
A father who comforted his wife.
A mother who reassured her scared children that everything would be alright.
The raven haired teen shivered. She was cold. Hungry. But most of all, scared out of her skin. How long would it be before they'd come for her again? An hour? A day? They'd come for her, they always did. Ever since she was captured. The two men that had captured her from the city she used to live in were the first. They had no pity.
They didn't listen to her pleas. No, on the contrary. They seemed to be fuelled by her cries for mercy. Her tears seemed to excite them even more as they brutally took her.
Once they were on the ship, it only got worse. She had been the prettiest thing they laid eyes upon for several weeks. Her screams had echoed through the ship but no one felt pity for the young woman.
Sexual abuse wasn't enough for most of them. They enjoyed to beat and kick her around. Just for fun. To see her bleeding on the floor. Crying. And then everything would start all over again.
She released a deep shaky breath and swallowed hard. She closed her eyes and imagined that she was somewhere else. Her mansion that had beautiful meadows surrounding the building. A deer that peacefully grazed along with the rest of it's small herd. The beautiful purple flowers that grew in her personal garden. Her mother and father. She had been at the wrong place at the wrong time when she was in the city when the raiders attacked.
She flinched, the door was suddenly opened. Before she could even do anything, rough hands took a hold onto her weak arms and she was dragged out. She begged for help. Someone. Anyone. But no one came to her rescue.
Hours later. She was thrown back into the room they had taken her from. She hit the wooden floor hard and whimpered in pain. She laid there for several minutes. Praying for the immense pain to subside. When it didn't, she slowly made her way back to her corner. She had fresh wounds on her back. Someone had found a new way to hurt her and the crew had laughed when the man in question just ripped her dress apart to expose her bare back. Her hands were tied to the mast.
She buried her face in her two hands and cried. Her entire body shook violently from her heartbreaking sobs and bitter tears. The memory fresh in her mind. New bruises. New wounds. New scars. She had no idea how much time had passed but her sobs eventually subsided and she fell asleep from pure exhaustion.
She was left alone for the days afterwards and she probably knew why. She had heard the men, who stood outside the door, speak about another shipload of slaves. Some of the slaves that were onboard now, would be released for ransom.
Perhaps she would be so lucky as well. She let out a deep sigh and brought a hand to her forehead. It was warm but she didn't feel that way. Her body was trembling and hot. But she was constantly cold. The thin blanket and what was left of her simple, linen dress, did nothing to keep her warm.
She was sick and by the looks of it, it wouldn't get any better. Her wounds, lack of nutrition and proper hygiene were probably the cause of her illness.
The hours seemed to pass by extremely slow. They had docked somewhere. Crates were unloaded and two men came down to remove several of their prisoners and take them back to the upper deck.
Other prisoners were left behind, including the raven haired beauty. She exhaled deeply, her eyes closed and her body still shivering ever so slightly.
The door was opened again but this time, people were guided in. the sound of chains and soft footsteps reached the teens ears. One of the raiders held an oil lamp in his hands.
"Ya'll better behave! Or I'll have me whip lashin over yer backs before ye know it!" he yelled as the party walked inside. He had an eye patch that covered his left eye. His beard was dirty and there still seemed to be small pieces of rotting food stuck in there. His clothes were covered with stains, his foul odour of cheap beer and shit was wafting around the prison, churning stomachs.
The black haired beauty remembered him well. He had been one of the last to take her when she arrived on the ship. Probably because his fellow raiders didn't want her to smell like him as well when they used her. She swallowed hard in an attempt to keep herself from throwing up. Both from the stench and the horrible memory.
She turned her gaze at the group that just entered again. One of them, a young teenager scowled at the raider and spat at him. The man readied his free fist to smack the young woman in the face but a tall man made his way to the younger woman's side. He growled like a feral animal and the raider took a step backwards, startled by the ferocity of the tall man.
"Filthy barbarians... their seller was right, they still need to be tamed." Another raider said and slowly made his way over to their new prisoners. One by one their chains fell to the ground. "Behave and you'll be treated fairly. If you don't, you'll wish you were never born."
The one eyed man smirked as he turned to the pale beauty. "I think it's time for some fun sweetheart..." he grinned. "Get her." he said to the other raider.
"No! No please!" She cried and tried to move backwards. She whimpered when rough hands grabbed her wrists and pulled her up to her feet. "Please! I'm s-still bleeding f-from last time!" her legs were hardly able to support her frame as she was dragged towards the door.
"Shut up and get going you slut. We know you..-" he blinked rapidly when he suddenly saw the water tribe teen wrap her arms around the pale frame of the young woman he was dragging away. She pulled the black haired woman from the man's grasp. Before she could process what happened, she was pulled backwards and found herself suddenly surrounded by the group that had entered not so long ago.
"What the fuck!? What the hell you think yer doin?!" the one eyed man yelled and did a few steps forward. The tall southerner from before growled at him and the rest of his group joined in. "f-fucking barbarians...!" he muttered and took a hold onto the shirt of his fellow raider. "fuck 'em! Let's go!" they both quickly disappeared from sight and the door was locked securely behind them. They accidently had left their oil lamp behind which now lid up the, otherwise, dark prison.
The tall man nodded and said something in a language the raven haired woman didn't understand. He turned around to face her, his face was friendly and smiled.
The young woman that held her slowly guided her down onto the wooden floor. Which she was grateful for. Her knees and legs were sore. She looked at the other girl that still held her securely in her strong arms. Those sapphire eyes looked at her with kindness. "Th-ank you..." she managed to say, her voice was weak and trembled. Her body was still shaking as well.
The other girl smiled at her and nodded. "Welcome..." her voice was barely above a whisper.