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My vision indistinct, screened by warm and gaping fluids I've been keeping since the night before.
They have carried me off on a ship.
I don't know whom, I don't know how and why and when.
All I know is that now, I have a reeking musty fabric tightly covering half of my face. I'm lying frail on the ground and my hands are tied to a crook.
I can't breathe.
"Are you sure we got the right one? This one looks weak." their legs propel my gut and I can taste blood in my mouth. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop, my sanity keeps screaming.
"We managed our big wheel's orders. He said to look after a 'beautiful girl with pink locks and dazzling green eyes'."
"Beautiful and dazzling?" the guy spits on my face. "She's darned pathetic."
"She's the only one with pink hair and fucking green eyes in the village."
"But how are you so certain that she's-"
"Can you please just shut up?" he forces his leg into mine so hard, letting my screech of pain out.
I need to get out of here is what only lies in my head. I can't stay. I can't hold on with two miserable guys impairing my body every now and then. But as I regain my sentience, I begin to realize an uneasy hitch.
My garments are nowhere to be found.
"Look at her, naked and all. She has such small brea-"
"Get ready, we're almost there."
"Man, are you serious?" he groaned.
I take a look around, right, then left.
This has no point I think, they would've probably set my clothes burning, until I see a red fabric dashed beside a vast barrel. My patch is deployed there open. I have everything i need inside it.
But the question left is, of course,
how do i get it?
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