[ An unchecked yelp answers the sudden jerking motion, but any other sound is cut off by the hand closing around her throat. She can't scramble to pry it away, not with her arms bound at her sides like this. Somehow that only hammers his point home. She kicks instead. It's not the mare's fault her master is a monster, but Rey risks kicking her in the ribs anyway. Maybe she'll get spooked and run and Rey will be jostled from his grip.
But he dropped her just as she managed a good kick and she was just left falling on her ass despite his efforts to prevent it. The rope wasn't properly long enough, and he moved right away, so she fumbled behind him, dragged. The rocks on the forest floor scraped up her legs through her pants, and she was bleeding through a hole left behind by the time she finally got her heels back under her to chase his horse.
Fear quickened her pulse. It occurred to her to beg, but what good would it do? Giving him what he wanted wouldn't save her. So instead she glanced around to take inventory of his men. Only a few remained stoic and unresponsive in the face of Ren's threat. One of them was grizzled enough that he might have still had some honor of the old King. The other two were probably just uninterested in women.
No allies. No honor. No saviors. If she was going to get out of this, she'd have to do it herself. When they stopped, maybe.
Two of them quipped and elbowed one another further back. The two who'd climbed the trees. She took stock of the weapons she could see on them. A sword and dagger each. Plus the plate — that was probably heavy enough to hit them with, provided she had hands to lift it. If she'd had a mother, she'd probably have warned Rey about letting herself get into a position like this one.
Silence stretched after that, his threat finally doing enough to curb her sharp tongue as she marched alongside him. ]
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But he dropped her just as she managed a good kick and she was just left falling on her ass despite his efforts to prevent it. The rope wasn't properly long enough, and he moved right away, so she fumbled behind him, dragged. The rocks on the forest floor scraped up her legs through her pants, and she was bleeding through a hole left behind by the time she finally got her heels back under her to chase his horse.
Fear quickened her pulse. It occurred to her to beg, but what good would it do? Giving him what he wanted wouldn't save her. So instead she glanced around to take inventory of his men. Only a few remained stoic and unresponsive in the face of Ren's threat. One of them was grizzled enough that he might have still had some honor of the old King. The other two were probably just uninterested in women.
No allies. No honor. No saviors. If she was going to get out of this, she'd have to do it herself. When they stopped, maybe.
Two of them quipped and elbowed one another further back. The two who'd climbed the trees. She took stock of the weapons she could see on them. A sword and dagger each. Plus the plate — that was probably heavy enough to hit them with, provided she had hands to lift it. If she'd had a mother, she'd probably have warned Rey about letting herself get into a position like this one.
Silence stretched after that, his threat finally doing enough to curb her sharp tongue as she marched alongside him. ]