Millis P.O.V
There were more insects in the woods, then Lambert had first thought. Their nest went deep inside the forest floor, and it took the Witcher almost the whole day to clear it out and destroy it. He had been able to kill a deer and handed it over to Rina when he returned.
A warm roast was well earned, and the woman was glad to be able to offer something else than soup.
That's the reason why today, two day later than planned, he would hunt the griffin.
"So, these oils and potions help you kill the griffin?" Milli asked curious.
"Yes."
"How long do you think you will be gone?" The blue haired woman wanted to know, hoping it wouldn´t be long.
"Miss me already?" Lambert strapped his swords against his back.
"Remember those guys you told me to stay away from? They keep staring at me. Every time I am alone I have the feeling I am watched." She told him looking in his eyes.
"Two hours. Three at most- keep your dagger at hand and stay where you are not alone." He told her sternly, but she was sure, there was a glint of worry in his eyes.
"Will do. Can you do me a favour though? Griffins are a huge mixture between lion and eagle, right? That means their feathers are big as well- could you bring one or two back with you? Or maybe a talon?"
"Why do you want a talon? I could understand a feather, I think there are women who use them as a fan. But a talon?" He looked disbelieving at his companion.
"Well. In my world some people make jewellery out of shark or crocodile teeth. And I don´t know. It just, I will never see one of those things up front- and I definitely don't want to cross path with them alone, but-" She didn´t know how to explain it to him. "-you could say I am curious."
"I will think about it." He didn´t seem to be entirely convinced by her explanation, but let it slip.
"I am finished with the preparations. Do what I told you and remember your dagger. Stay safe"
He was out of the door the next moment.
"You too."
Half an hour later, the young woman was enjoying her breakfast in the front room before going back to the smith wanting to retrieve the promised dagger.
When she was on her way back, a movement on her right caught her interest. She thought she had seen a hooded figure walking through the woods at the villages boarders. But when she turned her head, there was nothing to be seen.
I am getting crazy already. Hopefully Lambert is back soon. At least those guys are nowhere to be seen.
Just in that moment, two of the men Milli wanted to avoid turned around a corner and walked straight towards her.
I had to think it. Hope they leave me alone, there is no way I can outrun them. Time to get back to our room.
The moment she wanted to open her room, a hand clasped around her mouth and an arm slithered around her body.
Not able to scream for help, Milli tried to fight for her freedom.
She kicked and threw her head back to tried to get free. Her attacker groaned in pain, when her foot hit his groin. The grip faltered but, when she was able to wiggle free, something hard hit the back of her head and the word went blank.
Milli didn´t know how long she was unconscious, but when she was able to open her eyes again, the sun was getting down and she was laying on the cold and hard forest floor.
My head. What happened? Where am I?
"That little bitch got me good. Shouldn´t we need her, I would call dips and then kill her. She isn´t worth the trouble of keeping her alive."
She heard one of the man growl.
"Her hair is strange though, she will bring good coins should we sell her. The witchhunters will be interested in her. And with the Witchers head in our bags, we will be rich." Another one answered.
What are they talking about? Witchhunters? Lambert, where are you?
"She´s awoken."
Shit.
A kick to her side made her groan in pain.
"Foolish move woman. You are ours now. Your mutant friend will not stand a chance against us, we are five men and he is alone." He laughed.
She only stared at that man with a murderous look in her eyes.
The young woman was afraid, without a doubt, but at the same time she was angry that she was again forced into a situation she didn't like.
Changing her seating position, she felt the dagger move inside her boots.
Her hands weren't tied together, and she should be able to reach for her dagger in an unwatched moment.
"Boris I am bored. Why can´t we have fun with her?" Another one of the men asked.
Hold on! There will be no having fun with me!
"Later, first we eat and drink. Her companion went hunting today and we are half a days march away from the village. He shouldn´t be able to catch up to us."
No way. LAMBERT!
Fear rose inside of her every passing second. What would happen to her. Why do they need her and what about the witchhunters?
Her heartrate went up and up, her breathing hitched and her eyes started to lose focus again.
A deep crackle inside the woods coughed her attention and he eyes began to search for the source of the sound. Hoping she could reach a glimpse on Lamberts armour or swords.
But there was nothing to be seen.
It must have been an hour later, when there was another cracking sound.
This time her eyes fell onto a known figure. There, in the shadow of a tree stood a big wolf, with almost glowing yellow eyes.
Those were fixed on her in a manner that seemed almost caring and they roamed over her body to check for injuries(?) before he disappeared into the woods again.
I hope you get help buddy.
Later the same night (2 hours later at most) one of the guys came towards her, a sickening smile on his face.
The moment he stood in front of her, he crouched down and reached to grab her face and pushed her down. Not a second later he straddled her hips and started to push up her shirt and grabbed her right breast.
The moment he squeezed the ground shook and he was ripped off her with full force.
His scream priced the air, while he was ripped into pieces, from a huge creature.
Being in shock, she wasn´t able to move only to survey the scene that unfolded in front of her.
Her captors were getting ripped into shreds by something that looked like a mutated ram with claws and sharp fangs.
What the fuck?
Her head snapped to the right, when a new shadow loomed over her. Her whole body jerked away, and she only dared to release a breath she was holding, when her brain recognised the wolf that stood next to her.
"You." She whispered.
The wolf licked her face reassuring, trying to check her over and calm her down.
Remembering the creature that was tearing through the camp, Milli looked around, but it was gone.
How. Where did it go?
"Can you bring me back to Lambert?", She asked the canine in a hushed voice.