Refuse

"I won't betray my friend," you say.

"Then join him."

It doesn't take long for other wildlings to drag you into the wooden cell where Brent is. The two of you sit on the floor, trying to keep warm as you huddle yourselves. Cold. Everything is cold. Even your clothes.

Smell of burning meat, of campfire. The wildlings give you curious glances. Others laugh. Dogs sniff between the wooden bars of the cell and growl at the two crows inside. Children gather around you, looking at you as if you were animals.

"I don't think they're going to take us to see Mance Rayder now, are they?", you ask Brent.

"It seems not. Either he's busy or... they just want to shake us up. Leaving us cold and hungry... probably to offer it later, in exchange for information. I don't know.", he replies, whispering.

You and Brent agree to stay silent, there's not much to say. When night falls, you sleep next to each other. You think maybe you should have accepted being that man's bitch... maybe you were in a bed right now. Maybe you were warm under furs. Maybe you had a belly full of stew and cum.

At dawn, however, you are woken up. It's Brent. He is alert, with focused eyes. You don't see much beyond the darkness. He says:

"Koby, rise up."

"Hm? What are you doing?" you ask while propping yourself up on a single elbow.

"I'm getting us out of here. I still have my knife. Always keep a knife in your boot."

"Gods, Brent. If they catch us..."

"Let's be silent. We have to fucking leave. Right. Now."