Chapter 2

Once they had finished their silent conversation the men moved, the masked man who caught her left the camp with other guy in the same direction he had found her, she assumed, probably looking for her camp or someone else. Hopefully they would find neither.

They returned about half an hour later with her blankets and a dead raccoon. It was Himaru. Well, life's hard, she told herself. Usually, she wouldn't have cared-He was blind and Mother Nature was cruel, he was bound to die soon anyways, but the fact that it was these men that had killed him made her blood boil.

Humans sucked.

The other two got up from the floor to examine the fur of the blankets and now they seemed surprised, one of them even looked at her and he looked impressed. Was that directed to her? Underestimate me, please. I don't want to be taken as a threat. It will be so much harder to escape.

The masked kidnapper pulled then a knife from one of his pockets. Her antler knife that took three days and two tries to make. They had it. That was her work you assholes! Don't. Take. Advantage. Of. It.

Fucking humans.

One of them took out a scroll from his pocket. He opened it in a quick movement, placing it on the floor. They put the blankets over it and they disappeared, the scroll was closed in a second and everyone acted like nothing out of the ordinary happened. What. The. Fuck.

She covered her shock poorly apparently because the man with the bandages on his face smiled at her and put one of his hands on the protector on his forehead to tip it a little.

He was mocking her. Well, he probably wasn't but she didn't know what that meant or who they were, she knew know that it was some sort of distinguishing logo that meant that they were part of something but she didn't know what.

They talked for a second before moving to start gathering their stuff. Ah, they were moving.

If they were moving she was moving, ah fuck.

Once they had their things the man with the bandages approached her again, she didn't look at him this time either. He talked to her and sighed when he didn't get an answer. He took away the ropes and told her something softly. He then offered her his hand to get up, what?

She looked at him and he was smiling to her. She considered tricking him but she realized that there was nothing she could do to escape right now, if they kept her rope-free she could maybe do something at some point. She took his hand hesitantly but didn't return his smile; she did however look at his face. He spoke softly again and grabbed her wrist slowly without hurting her at all. Ok that was good, they probably wanted her without a scratch. That was also bad because someone wanted her and her theory that they were going to sell her into prostitution made sense. She tried to look as innocent as possible.

The masked man said something firmly and the one who was still touching her wrist seem to refute something but Mask Man only spoke slower, she noted that he was repeating whatever he had said before.

Bandage Man then shot her an apologetic look and tied her hands and feet again, well at least she wasn't against a tree anymore. It wasn't too tight but she couldn't move a finger. Her knees, shoulder and hips were free though, like that was useful anyways.

She was pleased to know that she could stand up without her head screaming at her to lie down, her legs felt sort of tired-numb like she had been running for hours. Her world span it took her a moment to realize she was being carried like a sack of potatoes…

Huh, this really was something she hadn't expected.

If it was as absurd as the situation felt, she could not tell once they started moving. She was bouncing in some guys back and her head hurt every time she looked at the trees around her. They were so fast. She kept her eyes closed and focused on what she could feel, it sort of felt like a rollercoaster. She made herself easer to carry, wrapping herself tight to the Bandage Man's back to keep the good impression he had of her or maybe she was scared of falling, who knows.

…

Ok, she could tell there was a 7 second gap between each jump. Her head still bumping slightly against the man's back, she considered if she could break the grip he had on her. Yeah like probably. Could she break the ropes before falling to the ground? If so, could she grab something to avoid hitting the ground?

Doubts? So many of them. Answers? Maybe. She could not really tell if she survive the hit, but they were travelling fast judging by the distance the mask man had traveled in minutes. But she had stay calm and make a decision: worst scenario, she fails; probable scenario, she falls to the ground and dies; best scenario, she falls but doesn't die.

Would she rather die that get sold to prostitution? Hell yeah, she thought as she shook her body like a worm, jerking her hips just when the Bandage Man impulses himself forward. Her hips pushed his hands away from his own body and then they got away from them to avoid getting grabbed again. And just like that, she was falling.

She wasn't going to go down just like that, oh no, she was going to try to reach her pocket with the antler knife in it and cut the ropes, but she was snatched from air before her hand even moved.

She didn't even register it properly, what? She looked up to find a mocking eye looking at her. Shit, she was being carried princess style by Mr. Mask Man. Fuck, she should have thought it more thoroughly, of course there was going to be someone in front and behind her in case she tries to escape. She's an idiot, now they're going to be more careful around her and she'll have even less possibilities to escape.

She managed to groan in her frustration before his gaze shifted from her to the rest of the group and shouted something that made them stop. Great, this was going to be embarrassing even if she didn't understand a word.

She was going to be used as an ice breaker in some boring family dinner in no time, great, fantastic, hyper.

Bandage man looked at her a little shocked when they stopped in the same branch, but she refused to meet his eyes anyways. (How were they even standing in a branch without one of them even loosing balance?)

They talked for about thirty seconds before beginning to jump again, she was still in Mr. Mask Man's hands and even if the ride was a lot more pleasant and much less fuzzy, she hated it even more. What did he care? He should have just let her fall. Fuck this guy, fuck this situation, fuck her, and fuck everything. His hands didn't really hurt her, but they also were tight as fuck and didn't even let her move a centimeter. Well, this was going to be a fun ride. Fuck it.