Just to have her to himself one time, he had been willing to sabotage her mission, destroy her reputation, hunt her down, and kill her afterward under the excuse of guild rules. The realization made her stomach churn. She had truly underestimated how vile men could be!
"Bind her hands and feet," Utah said calmly as he tossed a long piece of rope forward. "Then tie her tightly to the tree with her ass to me."
Zenovia gritted her teeth and tried to stand, using the tree for support. Pain lanced through her body immediately. Her left arm hung uselessly at her side. Her left leg was broken at the shin.
Her right leg had snapped at the thigh. Her shoulder was dislocated, and blood continued to flow from the deep gash across her forehead. Only her right hand was somewhat functional, and even then, she could feel that her shoulder had dislocated.
The situation was hopeless.
