<strong> Sorcha more plans</strong><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div>It had been difficult to get the gag and the collar back onto the pictish woman, she had struggled and fought a little, however luckily on many levels the drugs aided the situation. Even before the showing Sorcha was starting to drool, as the gag was causing more than a little discomfort in the heat. Her bruises hurt, as did her ribs, on well as that her legs did not work as well as they should due to the drugs. It all felt so wrong, the most that she was on a lead like some beast. Well that would be dealt with soon enough, she would find away to escape.<br/><br/>The fact her hair had been cut shorter was not a problem a woman would be expected to cut her hair when she became a widow, and this young woman was almost sure she was. Perhaps that was why Autolycus had done that....did he want her as a mate, hence her hair was not to the scalp…<br/><br/>“Good …” Sorcha repeated “Good dog …” well as much as she could with the gag, more saliva trickled over her chin. She struggled a little more in the bonds and at the collar, even more so once in the room with the others there. The Greek felt her tense this was the last place she wanted to be. He could see that rolling of the shoulders, and twisting of her other joints it was subtle, it was likely only the Medicus would see her as he was close. As it was the Pict was anxious about these people, and did not want to be in this place. It was too hot.<br/><br/>However she would not show fear and thus snarled at any that came close, save for him. As it was he left her and even in this drugged state she started her plan, though Autolycus was coming with her. Slowly Sorcha rubbed the bonds against the wall and chewed at the gag.<br/><br/>Yes  there was a way across the rooftops to the horses… it would be easy...<br/>