Stubbornness Can Only Get You So Far Nov 20, 2011 16:30:42 GMT -5
Post by Caitrin de Archer on Nov 20, 2011 16:30:42 GMT -5
This was ridiculous. She began to feel nervous, but she had no idea why; was Richard doing this to her on purpose? Probably, it sounded like something he would do. Caitrin didn't press him again for what was wrong, she just wanted to get out of here as quickly as she could. Breathing in slowly, she looked back at Richard, and wondered if there was any hope of getting the reigns back off him. She was focusing on Richard, so when he was suddenly jerked backwards, she jumped and her eyes darted upwards.
Caitrin was ignoring Richard on the floor for the moment, and was more concerned about the thug who had his eyes on her. She raised her eye brows at his words and coughed slightly, "Excuse me?" He hadn't found anything, nothing he would be keeping anyway. Her eyes flicked back down to Richard and rolled her eyes as he called her 'his noble' she would have said something to him, but the bandit had got there first. She bit down on her lip hard to stop herself laughing when the man asked her if Caitrin was Richard's sweetheart. Jesu, never again.
Caitrin just let Richard and the bandits have their banter, but didn't notice that the first bandit was coming towards her until he had his hands on her waist, and had pulled her off the horse. Straight away she began to pull against him, "Get off of me!" She screamed, and continued to throw her arms and anything she could think of, against the bandit, just to get him to let go. The only thing she suceeded in doing was motivating the second bandit to aid in restraining her. Usually she probably would have found it amusing that it took two men to restrain her, but this really wasn't the time to gloat about such things.
The chain! Caitrin had almost forgotten about that in the struggle, and now one of the bandits was eyeing the slit of sliver with a look of annoyance. Hadn't Richard said the chain was unbreakable? This could work in their favour and she almost had a smug look on her face. However that quickly disappeared as the bandit severed the chain and swiftly moved to knock Richard out with one swift blow.
"Richard!" She screamed out and pulled back against the man who still had hold of her arms. In her right mind she wouldn't have cared less what state Richard was in, but she was a lot safer with him than she was going to be with these two thugs. Now she was getting annoyed, they were trying to kidnap her from her original kidnapper. "Let me go." She shouted back at the man as the thug who had knocked out Richard rejoined them. He reached out his index finger and thumb and gripped both her cheeks in-between them; hard.
"Now are you going to come quietly?" It probably wasn't the wisest thing in the world to do, but Caitrin spat back in the mans face. He released her cheek and brushed his cheek. "Fine." Was all he said as he took a cloth out from his pocket and began fiddling with something else. The man looked up from the cloth to the horse, "We'll use that to get away, he won't know the first place to look." He grinned and looked back to Richard. "Now," He turned back to Caitrin, a rag in his hands, "This won't hurt a bit." Caitrin was about to say something but his hand was at the back of her head, and the other hand forced the rag over her mouth and nose. She tried to pull back, but his hand kept her head in place, and she began to feel lightheaded. Caitrin felt herself fall into the mans grasp and the last thing she could remember feeling was an annoying sense of deja vu.