A girl sprints through the forest, desperate to distance herself from her kidnappers. With cuts and bruises, she continues blindly into the night. She ran and ran but her legs fails her when she crashed onto the forest dirt. Her vision blurs as pain stops her with whatever willpower bringing her this far, fades, exhaustion has halts any effort the girl could make. Even so, she claws at the dirt, dragging herself away from whatever fate lies behind her.
She wants to do so many things, to marry, to eat the bland soup of her village, to bathe, to see her mother and father again, to tell others what happened to her, to find help. Those thoughts gave her the power to move, to try and live.
"Damn, I told you to leave her alone," Spoke a Thief-bandit "But no, 'she still has that look in her eyes' what kind of bullshit are you spouting."
"She had that look you know?" Responds the Warrior-bandit "like she was going to stab at anyone at the chance, so I was simply trying to prevent it." Thief-bandit was low to the floor, tracking the runaway girl.
"Whatever happens after they're bought is none of our problem, we provide, they buy, that's it" Thief-bandit stands and walks towards their little runaway. "I'm more worried about the damage the little minx did running through this dark."
Warrior-bandit scuffs. "She couldn't make it far, probably cracked her skull running into some tree."
"And what would you tell the boss? 'I tried to discipline a slave to make her more likable but she ran and got herself killed." snapped Thief-bandit. "You bastard, the only reason I'm helping is that she ran under OUR watch."
"Alright, I get it, I owe you." Warrior-bandit lets out a heavy sigh, "Let's find her and drag whatever back." As both bandits made their way towards a clearing, they were met with a solemn sight. Under the starry night, they see their runaway, sleeping peacefully as her head lays on a woman's lap. The woman tenderly strokes the girl's bandaged head. She's beautiful, pale white skin, long, pitch black hair tied into a ponytail, and her eyes shares the same color as the night sky as she looks down on the girl through a sleepy gaze.
'Lucky us,' thought the Thief-Bandit, as he makes his way into the clearing, his hand clutches the dagger on his hip, moving quietly towards the sitting women. Just then, the woman gently lays the girl's head on the floor and stands.
The woman stands tall with long slender legs, she wears a white blouse with the sleeves rolled up above her elbows, a leather vest fits nicely around her chest with both pieces of clothing short enough to show her smooth and tone abdomen. With dark blue pants that clings to her shapely hip and thighs ending with a pair of leather shoes.
Slowly, she makes her way towards the duo, with a rather alluring stride coupled with her looks, both men could help but feel aroused. 'A real good find,' both the bandits thought.
"Look here, if y-" As Thief-bandit spoke the woman dashes and stops before him, her hand pressing against his cheek. Thief-Bandit fell onto the ground, almost motionless as he twitches. Warrior-bandit went to draw the sword from his hip, but the blade was only half drawn when the hand of the woman meets his wrist. The woman push the sword back into the sheath, a strange sensation ran from the Warrior-bandit's wrist and onto the rest of his body as the woman keeps a gentle grip.
In a deep and low voice, the 'woman' speaks "Tell me, where is your camp?"