the plot thickens
It was, what felt like forever, before the carriage stopped.
"Come on, get up." Said the general.
"Why?" I asked, "Where are you taking me?"
"I thought you might need to relieve yourself or stretch or perhaps you want to wash up at the river."
"And if I refuse?"
"Fine, then. Don't come out, but it will be almost two hours, until we get to the base, your temporary home. Or your prison, however you look at it."
"Fine. I'll come out. I won't try to run, just...please, don't touch me." I said, looking right into his eyes and seeing a monster, filled with fire, and rage "Please don't be forceful with me, please."
"What do you mean, Maggie?" Asked the general.
"I just mean, please don't touch me. Please sir, I beg you to not take my life away. Please don't kill me, I'm needed back home, and I have a man waiting, besides my father."
