The Escape

Two eyes fluttered open and closed again due to the direct contact with the scorching sun , it opened again this time around slowly getting acquainted with the sun. Her body ached terribly, she tried using her hand to shield her eyes but couldn't, because her hands were tied behind her back.

" What's this? Where am I ? She tried to talk but her voice was hoarse and her throat equally dry. She swallowed a couple of her saliva in order to moisturize her throat.

Camille after much hassle managed to sit up , she scrutinized her surroundings meticulously. She was laid at the back of a moving carriage with a bale of hays used to make a bedding for her, in orderly form so that she would not hit her body on the hard wood of the carriage and her hands tied securely behind her back .

' maybe she figured she's the willful type ' she thought and smiled a bit not minding the awkward situation she found herself in.

' But who is riding the carriage?, has she been captured by bandits!?,

many thoughts ran through her mind. She noticed the carriage was riding along a bumpy road , with no building in sight, only tall trees and bushes .

Camille thought of a way to escape them without their notice, luckily, she found an old rusty iron used as a bolt to hold two woods together, but was discarded as a result of being old.

She rolled herself to the corner where the rusty iron was . She managed to bring her hand on top of the iron, she felt her bone crack because of that singular act, her face contoured in pain and she hissed a little.

After some minutes of dragging her roped hand through the rusty iron, the rope loosened a bit , much to her relief , she continued dragging it till she eventually noticed one side of the robe totally loose. she heaved a sigh , untied the remaining ropes swiftly and quietly.

She's been through before as an elite special agent of the armed forces. She stayed still not to attract attention to herself because whoever that is riding the carriage is surely not a friend but an enemy. Her hands ached terribly , she tried massaging it and noticed the red bruises and a few cuts on her wrist , Camille frowned, and ran her left fingers through her right wrists , she winced in pain after coming in contact with the open cut , she noticed a tattoo on her wrist, her brows furrowed, an invisible question popped up on her forehead. How come? she didn't remember having a tattoo on her wrist, none that she could think of.

Camille made to stand up and almost tripped as a result of the long gown she didn't notice she was putting on. Luckily she caught her balance in time, how they heck did they dress a lady this way in this modern era ?

She tip-toed closer to see the face of her captors this time clutching the hem of her dress both sides , to her surprise only two men were riding the carriage . One was holding the reins and the other was sitting beside him talking and laughing out loud.

One of them she observed was of medium height and size, distinguished only by his pock marked face and a drooping left eye; the other man was thin , almost cadaverous-looking. He had an oversized nose, brown hair and a bushy beard. and she found them extremely creepy to be bandits .

Man 1 : We are almost at the border , but the Lady is still sleeping.

Man 2: What do you expect? She was drugged by the Duchess' men and was given to us to deliver to the Duke of the north.

Man 1: Such a shame a beautiful lady like her is to be defiled by that pot-bellied old geezer, maybe we should have a taste before delivering her. What do you say ! eh? . His brows danced in expectation of his partner's affirmative answer.

Man 2: The duchess gave specific instructions to deliver her unharmed, or do you want her to put a bounty on our heads and hurt us down for the rest of our lives?.

Man 2: I would rather not, but it can't be hel.... , he was interrupted by the neigh of the horses when his partner pulled the carriage to an abrupt stop.

A huge tree blocked the road.

Man 1: Oh man !

Man 2 : There was a heavy wind last night, it must have fallen because of that. The duo stepped down from the carriage to inspect the fallen tree.

Camille still in a daze could not understand what the men were saying , Duke ? Duchess? where the fuck am I ! , she wondered still not understanding a thing. She heard those men call her ' Lady' , and work for the Duchess.

She has a lot of questions in her mind to ask and the only people available to answer her now are those men . With that resolution she climbed down quietly from the carriage , her movements making a squeaking sound but not enough to get the men's attention. She approached the two men silently with measured steps.