2. Capture

You freeze in place but know it is of little good since the grass surrounding you isn't tall enough to provide sufficient coverage. The rustling grows louder and you tense as you sense a figure approaching to your left. You exhale sharply when you feel a large hand curl around your bicep and hoist you to your feet. The object falls from your hand and you can see it's a strange looking coin as it drops back to the floor. A shiver runs down your spine as you look up at the grisly man before you. His coarse beard hangs down to the middle of his chest which is about level with your line of sight. He's possibly one of the tallest person you've ever seen but certainly not the best looking. Despite seeming to be about your fathers age, his body is surprisingly muscular, and his eyes look dark and hungry. You feel yourself shrink back as his fingers tighten around your arm and begins dragging you. "Please" you gasp as you he pulls you to the barn and pushes one of doors open.

You hear his deep voice utter something in an unknown language as he pushes you inside before pulling the door shut behind him. You take a step backwards as the sound of the barn door closing echoes in the rafters above. The man leers at you and takes a step forward as he shrugs his leather vest off. You continue backing up until you reach the wall behind you and you're **** to stop. Closing your eyes you brace yourself as you feel both of the mans hands curl around your upper arms and his warm, dank, breath on your brow. One of his hands runs up your arm and across to your collar bone before stopping at the top button of your blouse. You take a breath in and hold it in as you feel the hand on your arm tighten before the one on your shirt lapel begins working.

You let a small sob as the third button is undone and the mans hot breath brushes past your ear as he says something in his foreign tongue again. Every bone in your body is screaming at you to leave but you know there's no chance of getting away from such an formidable figure. He finishes with the buttons and removes your shirt leaving you standing there in just your corset and skirt. His hands move to the knot at the front of your corset and you've just begun resigning yourself to your fate when you hear the barn doors swing open. The mans hands drop from you and he turns to face the doors, subsequently blocking your view of them. You see him puff up slightly before calling something in his native tongue. What little hope you may have had quickly leaves your body when you hear a younger sounding voice respond in the same unfamiliar dialect.