Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2016 1:02:17 GMT -5
Emilee had been on the road. She wasn’t sure exactly what state she was in now….she just knew that it was like a damn forest. There were areas that were nothing but hills and mountains and then she would walk for hours in flatlands. She was tired…but that was nothing new. She was accustomed to walking…it was the gnawing feeling in her stomach that made her squirm. Eventually she found what appeared to be some sort of a stronghold. There were people there….and some sort of guard system where guys rode around on horseback all day. It was making stealing a bite to eat rather difficult…and she wasn’t about to just walk up to one of them.
She thought she would never get a chance…and just as she was about to give up and slink back to the highway like the ghost she had become an opportunity arose. The man on the dark bay horse suddenly pulled on the reigns and slid off the gelding. He did a funny run/walk while he was trying to yank his dick out of his pants, muttering something about drinking too much before a ride. This was her chance!
Emilee ran towards the horse, her hands making a quick search of the saddle bags. She found a small bag of what appeared to be homemade cookies…Fuckin’ score! She grasp the bag in her fist and began to fun back towards the woods. It was at that moment that she heard the crack of a rifle. At first she thought he had missed….and then her leg gave out beneath her. She hit the ground rolling. Gasping as her leg thumped against the ground and left a smear of red on several leaves. FUCK! It hurt so much! She clamped one of her hands over her mouth and started to sob, her small had pressing down on the hole in her thigh. She wanted to scream…it hurt that much. But she was able to muffle all but frantic sobs and whimpers as she tried to keep the blood from flowing out of her leg.
She could hear the sound of a horse coming closer. And soon enough the man that had shot her was looking down at her from his seat atop the equine. “Shit I thought you were grabbing my gun off the saddle….I was just trying to scare ya’ into dropping it….” He looked concerned as he looked down at the girls leg. It had been a true accident….he had only intended to make her drop the gun that he thought she took. He looked down and saw the small baggy of cookie and cringed. Fuck…he’d shot someone over an oatmeal cookie…. “I’ll be back…just don’t move!” He seemed worried now. His heels dug into the horses sides and with a snort the beast took off back toward the stronghold.
She was panicking hardcore….the last time she had been caught stealing she had earned the lovely angry pink scar that ran across her neck. She could only imagine what would happen this time. She sniffled and looked down at the cookies. Thinking to herself that she was a damn fool for being so careless. She used a small tree to her left to pull herself up until she was standing. Crying and making pained sounds all the while. She had managed to get her good leg under her and was starting to hobble away with the assistance of close spaced trees. She could barely focus through the pain in her leg, it was inevitable that her reaching hands would miss one of the tiny trees in her desperate attempts to escape. She fell to the leafy ground with the sound of crunching leaves, crying out as her leg shifted in a way that impossibly made it hurt worse.
“ohgodithurts…” She cried. She could hear the sound of the guy coming back…and it sounded like he might have company. Her chocolate eyes shifted upward as her pale ash brown hair fell across half of her face. Her heart was beating so hard she felt as if her whole body was shaking…and it was…She didn’t trust these people, the man’s accidental shot, going back for help…..No one could be trusted.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry I promise it won’t happen again! I can leave and…and I have this *reaches into her pocket and holds out her pocketknife* Just take it as payment or something, just don’t hurt me.” She was terrified, but her voice started out strong enough only to dwindle down into a desperate plea by the end of it. She pressed down on her leg with both hands now, the pain and fear of the strangers around her making her breaths come short and fast.
“please…”
((I hope this post is ok with you, if anything needs changed just tell me and I'll edit.))
She thought she would never get a chance…and just as she was about to give up and slink back to the highway like the ghost she had become an opportunity arose. The man on the dark bay horse suddenly pulled on the reigns and slid off the gelding. He did a funny run/walk while he was trying to yank his dick out of his pants, muttering something about drinking too much before a ride. This was her chance!
Emilee ran towards the horse, her hands making a quick search of the saddle bags. She found a small bag of what appeared to be homemade cookies…Fuckin’ score! She grasp the bag in her fist and began to fun back towards the woods. It was at that moment that she heard the crack of a rifle. At first she thought he had missed….and then her leg gave out beneath her. She hit the ground rolling. Gasping as her leg thumped against the ground and left a smear of red on several leaves. FUCK! It hurt so much! She clamped one of her hands over her mouth and started to sob, her small had pressing down on the hole in her thigh. She wanted to scream…it hurt that much. But she was able to muffle all but frantic sobs and whimpers as she tried to keep the blood from flowing out of her leg.
She could hear the sound of a horse coming closer. And soon enough the man that had shot her was looking down at her from his seat atop the equine. “Shit I thought you were grabbing my gun off the saddle….I was just trying to scare ya’ into dropping it….” He looked concerned as he looked down at the girls leg. It had been a true accident….he had only intended to make her drop the gun that he thought she took. He looked down and saw the small baggy of cookie and cringed. Fuck…he’d shot someone over an oatmeal cookie…. “I’ll be back…just don’t move!” He seemed worried now. His heels dug into the horses sides and with a snort the beast took off back toward the stronghold.
She was panicking hardcore….the last time she had been caught stealing she had earned the lovely angry pink scar that ran across her neck. She could only imagine what would happen this time. She sniffled and looked down at the cookies. Thinking to herself that she was a damn fool for being so careless. She used a small tree to her left to pull herself up until she was standing. Crying and making pained sounds all the while. She had managed to get her good leg under her and was starting to hobble away with the assistance of close spaced trees. She could barely focus through the pain in her leg, it was inevitable that her reaching hands would miss one of the tiny trees in her desperate attempts to escape. She fell to the leafy ground with the sound of crunching leaves, crying out as her leg shifted in a way that impossibly made it hurt worse.
“ohgodithurts…” She cried. She could hear the sound of the guy coming back…and it sounded like he might have company. Her chocolate eyes shifted upward as her pale ash brown hair fell across half of her face. Her heart was beating so hard she felt as if her whole body was shaking…and it was…She didn’t trust these people, the man’s accidental shot, going back for help…..No one could be trusted.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry I promise it won’t happen again! I can leave and…and I have this *reaches into her pocket and holds out her pocketknife* Just take it as payment or something, just don’t hurt me.” She was terrified, but her voice started out strong enough only to dwindle down into a desperate plea by the end of it. She pressed down on her leg with both hands now, the pain and fear of the strangers around her making her breaths come short and fast.
“please…”
((I hope this post is ok with you, if anything needs changed just tell me and I'll edit.))