The ride was mostly quiet.
I was eyeing my captor fearfully.
What am I going to do? I tested the chain as I had for days. But it was too solid. I tugged at the shackle but I couldn't escape it. I wondered if breaking my hand might help me get loose.
I'll never be anyone's docile captive! I vowed.
"So..." He tossed the rein along the back of the two brown horses. "Would ye like to know what I'm going to do to ye?"
I could imagine nothing I wanted to know less. "Nay. It matters not. You'll not have the chance."
He tossed back his head and laughed. "I'm intrigued to see if tha' venomous tongue of yers will still lash when I'm balls deep in ye."
"I absolutely will." He tilted his head. "Might as well get used to the thought now. I'm taking it ye haven't had a man afore."
I gave him a quick look. How'd he know.
He answered the question I hadn't asked. "No woman is tha' tight after she's had a man. That's why I bought ye. I intend to be yer first."
I stood up in the cart and leaned back. Yanking on the chain. Trying to escape.
"I'll take that as a yes." He laughed. Giving the chain a hard tug that sent me sprawling on my belly in the cart.
He glanced back at my buttocks exposed by the flared up tunic. "Like that'd do."
I sat up on my knees. Looking at him hatefully. "Do for what?"
"Do for the first time I plant seed in ye."
"No!" I shrieked like a wild banshee.
He chuckled "I think first. I'll rip that tunic off ye and have ye walk about me hut in the skin ye were born in. Get used to how ye should be." He nodded thoughtfully. "Then I can have ye when I wish."
He stroked his pants as he felt himself hardening at the thought.
"Name's Mardichi by the by." He tossed over his shoulder.
I glared heatedly at his back. Trying to work a way out of this.
"Slave trader said yer name was Raven."
I didn't answer.