A never ending night clung on to it's reign with a final few moments of darkness. The beasts in the stables stirred, anticipating the arrival of morning yet the birds remained silent. Ninae had fallen asleep on top of the sheets on her bed, her brother Samae never showed and all hope of escaping with him had faded. In all likelihood he did not want to implicate his sister any further even though the authorities will surely find out that it was her that facilitated the means to his escape from his jail cell. How will Rotgar react? What a mess.
Even though morning was swift on the horizon the light in Ninaes room was not enough to awake her from a deep and dreamless slumber. Worry will do that sometimes. Under the sigh of a small creaking noise her unlocked chamber door opened. The sound of the door was not enough to wake her, nor was the sound of heavy feet slowly creeping into her room, nor was the sound of a deep bated breath. A figure appeared in her room, tentatively but with grave determination scouring along the walls, searching for something. Ninae slowly began to stir, a feeling from very far away began intruding into her unconscious state, compelling her to wake. Ninae felt her eyes slowly opening. Out of the darkness the figure descended on her in a flash. He drew a sharp object and Ninae felt the cold steel of a small blade against her ribs. Her eyes struggled to open, her body nearly not as awake as her mind. She was racing, compelling her body to listen, an instinct to react to her assailant.
“The escape route, where is it?” grunted a low and impatient voice.
Fear gripped her body the same as his hand did her throat. Her training, so far away. She was outmatched and struggled to catch up with reality. Without warning the man dragged Ninae off the bed by her neck and pressed her against the cold wall. She could still feel the sharp object piercing her skin slightly. His tight grasp on her throat made it hard to breath, let alone scream. She frantically looked around the room looking for a way out, a solution. The only way was to give in to the demand, the way out. In the darkness she signaled towards the corner of the room. For years a faded yellow carpet had held a secret but would soon be forced to give it up.
The man threw her forward on the ground next to the carpet. She grasped for air. It was short lived as a knee now pressed her down in her back.
'Make a noise...' The man warned her.
The knee lifted from her back and air filled her aching lungs again. Her entire body was shaking as Ninae removed the carpet and lifted some of the wooden beams out of place which made way for an opening into a dark hole.
'T-through here.' Ninae reached for her left ankle. She had been fully prepared to leave the city with her brother tonight and made sure to carry a concealed blade in her boot.
The man squatted slightly to look down into the hole. Ninae tightened her grip on the blade and got on her legs with shaky knees. The man turned and pushed her down the hole much faster than she anticipated yet a cut was made across the man's jaw. Ninae fell hard and she yelped in pain. She had the upper-hand now in the dark and she silenced herself to prepare for his descent.
Thud. The man jumped down. Ninae's eyes adjusted to the dark but she knew exactly where he was, based upon sound. She could still scream for help, but no one would be able to help her. Regardless she was the only capable fighter in the building.
Ninae made her move and cut the man in the chest. Slash. She felt skin opening. The man stumbled backwards a bit but no sound left his mouth as if it hardly harmed him. A second try, Ninae moved in but this time the man anticipated her swing and grabbed her hand, crushing her fingers enough to make her drop the blade in the dark. A first hit her straight in the face. The taste of blood. A pitched tone. Ninae felt faint but the man moved behind her and grabbed her. His hand pressed against the back of her neck suggesting her to move forward.
'Start moving.' He pushed her in a seemingly random direction, it was the right one.
The caverns were damp dark and smelled terrible but it wasn't long until they found the end of it. The slither of orange colored clouds stung their eyes. The sewer of the nearby bathhouse ended here and the mixed smell of perfumed oils and shit was potent yet the taste of blood washed it all out.
BAM! A blow to the head knocked Ninae out.
She was lighter than she looked, but perhaps that was the adrenaline coursing through his veins giving him the illusion of strength. Borus lifted her into his arms. Her skin did not yet show signs of the blow he’d dealt her, the one that had rendered her unconscious. Killing her would have been the easiest option. She would simply be yet another person he’d sent off into the eternal slumber, but something deep inside kept him from ending her life. Was it because she was a girl? Gender should make no difference, if anything he was sure she was far from innocent and likely deserved everything she had coming to her.
She had shown affection to the worst piece of shit he’d ever had the misfortune of encountering—his jailer; the man who had tortured him for years and brought him to the very brink of insanity. Rotgar.
Borus adjusted Ninae’s limp body on his rigid shoulders and decided against leaving her there, instead resolving to take her with him and dump her deep within the forest. That would buy him enough time to get far enough out of the city’s reach before she could find her way back.
The terrain made his objective more complicated than he’d thought. The ground felt uneven, wet and slippery to feet long accustomed to only the cold cobblestone of the dungeon floors. His atrophied muscles threatened to buckle as he took his first shaky steps, but the smell of fresh air and the sight of the open sky invigorated him.
A sharp sting on his jaw jerked him back to reality, reminding him of the deep gash she had left on his face and noticed a good amount of blood trickling down his neck and onto the girl's arm. His hand squeezed her pale blood-covered wrist tightly to keep her balanced on his shoulders.
His thoughts slowly wandered back to the scene that took place, some hours ago, when he had first seen her in the prison’s corridors. While he got escorted back to his jail cell after some "routine" torture, he had encountered the girl and Rotgar in a hallway. Even now, he felt the same feeling of powerlessness he’d felt when the scoundrel’s guards had pushed him up against the wall and tried to avert his gaze, only to have the knave come over to insult him.
“You’ll always be trapped,” he’d said to him with a nauseating grin. “You’ll never lay with a woman again, feel the softness of her skin… nor the warmth between her thighs.” Displaying a mean grin on his face while sniffing two of his fingers suggestively.
Now Borus, having this girl at his mercy, knew Rotgar would live to regret those taunts. The horrible things he could do to her. Leaving Rotgar to find the abused and broken body of the woman he loved would surely be an appropriate way to return the courtesy of years of torture.
As he walked, Borus nearly lost his footing on a slippery rock hidden beneath a layer of glimmering water. Ninae stirred and let out a soft moan but did not wake, much to his relief.
The momentary distraction helped ease him back to his senses. As rewarding as the sight of Rotgar breaking down over the discovery of the girl’s mangled and lifeless body would be, Borus suddenly felt ill at the thought of actually following through with his intentions. The idea of rape was not one that sat well with him, even if she was Rotgar’s bitch.
Killing her, however, was another matter entirely