Author's Notes: Thank you for reading and reviewing everyone, it is greatly appreciated! It's always rewarding to hear such positive feedback after taking a leap in one's writing.
Anyways, I posted this very brief chapter because I just couldn't leave the story hanging for too long. Will Amunet get away from the White-haired thief? Will his name finally be revealed?
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Seconds before Amunet had prepared to dive in, she had heard a yell, angry and desperate from the man in charge. "DO NOT LET HER GET IN THE WATER YOU FOOLS!" he screamed as his horse slid down the bank behind her. One of the thieves on foot had a long coil of rope that he had been preparing to throw at the girl, but she had been too fast to even attempt to try. While she quickly discarded the heavy gold off her body, he used the opportunity to throw the lasso as hard as he could possibly muster. Just as she dove into the water, the rope managed to find her ankle just before it also descended into water. Quickly tightening it, even with the loud splash of her body entering the water, the thief knew he had caught her.
Once Amunet's body was completely engulfed in the water, she realized that she had been caught as they all began to pull on the rope. She reached for the knife she kept fastened to her thigh, but being underwater, her movements were so slow that she was already being thrust back into the air by the time she had gotten it. As she was pulled ankle first onto the bank of the river, her eyes adjusted to see a sinister grin along with a dozen or so men, all pulling on her bond.
"Don't underestimate her boys, she's quite the wild animal when she's feeling trapped," he said smiling down at her soaking body. The man who had roped her ankle had begun to walk over to her with another coil of rope in his hands. Amunet glared up at him while clutching the handle of her knife she kept concealed, causing him to pause briefly before he knelt down to tie her hands together. However, before he even had a chance to grab one of her wrists she had already sliced his hand open, as well as the rope tied to her ankle. The man on the horse had been expecting this, as his men scrambled to throw their own ropes to catch her again as she scrambled to get away. It wasn't long before she was tied down again, only this time by multiple ropes; there had been too many of them to get away. The thief whose hand she had sliced, grabbed her roughly, pulling her over his shoulder. His blonde hair blew into her face, and used the opportunity to catch some in her teeth, pulling a good chunk of his hair off of his head. He yelped in pain before throwing her to someone else. "That little bitch!" he yelled out loud as the other thieves laughed as he rubbed his scalp. "I hope you can handle her, if I were you I wouldn't have bothered in the first place," he said to the man now holding her. As Amunet began to turn her head to look at the face of the man now gripping her body, she shuddered when she realized that it was her worst nightmare.
"Oh, the only thing we have to worry about is if she can handle me," he responded with a menacing tone. The other thieves laughed at the implication, while Amunet looked up at the man smiling down at her. His white hair was disheveled from the wind, forming rougher peaks in his hair than there usually were. His eyes were deep and cold, and staring into them only put more fear into Amunet than anything else so far. She began to tremble, but tried to remain as indignant as possible when she felt his lips press against her ear.
"I told you to be a good girl, now I'm going to have to punish you even more," he whispered into her ear. He then nuzzled her neck, brushing his nose against her skin before smelling her hair, as he slid one hand up her body and to her neck. "I hope you taste as good as you smell my darling Amunet," he whispered again so only she could hear. Some of the thieves were watching the exchange while others had begun walking back to what Amunet guessed was the direction of their camp. Suddenly she was turned around and thrust unceremoniously over his horse, before hoisting himself onto the saddle. As she groaned in pain from the position, she heard a chuckle before she was grabbed again, pulling her side saddle while enclosed in his chest and arms.
"Is that better?" he asked, his warm breath making her skin crawl with each word.
"No," she replied curtly.
"It is for me," as he pulled her back into his chest when she tried to straighten up. Kicking the sides of the horse, they sped forward passing the thieves on foot as she felt his hand brace her throat. His grip tightened, Amunet struggled for air but could not do anything but press the back of her head into his chest and squirm in her bonds.
"Pleasant dreams my beautiful Amunet," he said right before she lost consciousness.