![]() Instead, he’d instructed me on where to go before turning his attention to the herd of goats.įollowing his directions eventually led me to a massive library. My kidnapper had refused to step through the front doors. With no other options, the least I could do was keep my dignity. “Now, are you going to walk inside or do I need to throw you over my shoulder?” If the wolves don’t get you first.” He pulled out a pocket knife. But you’ll freeze to death in those clothes. The man grabbed my foot and dragged me forward. My stomach churned as the man made his way around the cart. It threatened to swallow the castle entirely. It clung to the gray stone walls in twisting vines and spreading moss. You seem like a nice enough woman.”īefore I could process the words, the cart came to a clattering stop. “My employer has chosen you,” the man stated as simply as one would describe the weather. The road wound uphill, through the forest, and directly to the front gates of a ruined castle. Where, exactly, was I being dragged to? I squinted as I stared into the bright, rising sun. ![]() There was nothing on the website about being kidnapped and dragged to…” “I was expecting my prize to be a quiet getaway in the English countryside. In my confused, hungover state, I laughed. “You won the writing contest, didn’t you?” The man glanced back at me for only a moment. He muttered out loud - either to himself or to the horse driving the cart along the winding path. He must have been strong, too, if he was the one who had dragged me out of bed. I scooched around the cart until I could get a good look at my captor. But my hands and feet were tightly bound with thick ropes. I sat up and tried to rub the sleep from my eyes. Their rectangular pupils gave me the creeps. Each took turns snatching mouthfuls of straw from my makeshift bed. It was the sound of goats bleating in my ear that finally convinced me to open my eyes. ![]() The pounding headache that came from having too much to drink the night before. I could ignore the rocking of the wooden cart beneath me. As long as I kept my eyes closed, I could pretend everything was okay.
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