She awoke. Her eyes blinked to adjust. It was night. She was in pain. She smelt burning wood and leaves. She quickly sat up, thinking to be in danger. She saw the fire nearby. She was alone. She was not bound but her arms and legs were banaged. She knew whoever had found her unconcious form was still near-by. Why was she not dead? She did not know. Weakly, she crawled closer to the fire and sat there. She had tried to run from her fate and look where it got her, in some forest, alone and hurt. She hugged her knees to her chest and sighed, staring into the fire. She began to cry ever so slightly as a few tears leaked from her eyes. She had left it all behind, her family, her home, a marriage that was a good match for her. She shook the thoughts from her head and tried to harden her heart towards it all. As she tried, everything flashed back. The beatings, the mistreatment, her hair falling to the ground. She touched her hair, it short and cruelly chopped off. Her fingers slowly traced down her face, she flinched at the bruises near her eye and her swollen lip. Tears came faster and hotter and she buried her face in her knees. She couldn't help but feel at the bandages, her legs still tender and knew she couldn't run far if that option arose. Something clicked in her head, the bandages were done by someone who knew how to wrap them. The fire had wood stacked near by and the ground was flat as if someone had been there for a while. she knew whoever they were, was coming back. She had a choice to make, run and risk chase and worsening the wounds or waiting.
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