No good deed goes unpunished

The fire had died out by the time you were awoken by the sound of feet trampling branches. Your first instinct is to look for the man sleeping across from you, Number. You try to make out the shadow of his outline in the darkness, but you see nothing. You start to get up, but soon enough an unseen hand pushes you back down. Your next instinct is to scream, but to no avail as another unseen hand covers your mouth. In terror, you start to kick and move around struggle against your assailant. This is just like all those nightmares you've always had as a child. The assailant, however, doesn't take kindly to this and you are greeted with a punch to the stomach. Oblivious to the pain, you continue to struggle even more. He punches the side of your head as he yells out, "Behave bitch!"

In the daze following the blow, you recognize the voice as Number's. This isn't a dream, it's a living nightmare, you realize. You manage to let out a scream and you receive another blow to the head immediately afterward. You know you cannot see him as a result of his gem. You stop struggling as it is impossible to fight against the unseen.

Now, as you calm down and lay there stiff and trembling on the ground, you feel his hand upon your throat and his legs touching yours. He must be directly above you.

"You know, I found myself so lucky to finda kind, young soul willing to help out an unwashed escapee like me. As a thank you for getting my strength back, I woulda left you all alone and good."

"Why Didn't you?" You manage to croak out as he applies more pressure to your throat.

"Answer be simple. I saw this here," he says as you hear the jingle of your bag of silver coins along with the continued sound of crickets in the deep of the night, uncaring to your travails and fears. "See here, a nice girl wouldn't be travelin alone with this much coin. First, I thought you mighta been a whore, but a whore wouldn't be travelin alone in these deep neck woods. She'd be travelin the busy and safe roads. Naw. You been a naughty girl. You probably stole all these here coins and thought you'd be avoiding the authorities going down the hill-country."
"But, I helped you!" You desperately plead to him.
"That's why I'm not gonna kill you after I'm done with you. I don't got qualms thieving from a thief. A stupid one at that which thinks it might be ok to stop and get sucked in by a random man's fake story."
"You lied?" You ask.
"Course, I did you thick cunt. Think you were gonna help me if I told you I escaped from the king's prison?" Says his disembodied voice as you smell his terrible breath.
He's right. You probably wouldn't have helped him had he not cooked up the story about the goblin mine. You've been duped. You could've just walked away and left the man to starve, but here you are at the mercy of an invisible man. You start to cry.
"I gotta teach you a lesson bitch, one you aren't ever gonna forget." You feel his other hand now on your dress pushing it up along your thigh. His grip tightens to remind you he's in control.