She had been enjoying the cool breeze and wondering if her father had noticed if she was gone or not when she felt someone tug her dagger free from its sheath, "Hey! What are you!" She gasped as her own dagger was pressed against her neck and her arms pinned to her chest, â€œStruggle and Iâ€™ll slit your throat.â€ She heard the mans voice and froze in his arms not understanding why he would do this to her when she had done nothing wrong to him. Her heart began to race as fear swelled with in her at the thought that she may die today; or worse. It was at that moment of thought that she was turned towards the forest and was able to see two men rush out and stop when they saw her with a dagger to her throat, 'Slave traders..' She thought gravely as the man started pulling her backwards and shouted to the men, â€œIâ€™m not going back, Iâ€™m tired of being a slave!â€<br/><br/>So he was a slave and there in had nothing to lose by kidnapping her like this in order to get away. Slaves had barley anything to live for and wanted nothing but freedom and she knew that but her fear ebbed away as she shouted at him, "Are you stupid or something? How dare you use me as a hostage you filthy mongrel! Get your hands off of me!" The insults and orders flew from her mouth in rapid succession but still she had no choice but to follow the mans movements to avoid getting her slender neck cut. Her tanned skin compared to the boys filthy skin just showed how far apart their stations were and she wanted nothing more then to escape his grasp and throttle him herself, "Do you have any idea who I am!? When my father finds out about this you will wish for death." The words were rash and cruel but she did not like the idea of being taken anywhere by a stranger who would pull her own dagger on her.