Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20130609044857/@comment-24038198-20130611012552

Elysia was carried through the slave cell area, gagged and bound rather tightly, her tears staining the paper gag stuffed into her mouth. Why did these people want to kidnap her? What had she done to them to make them so angry? She wished that she could struggle free, but she was held too tightly. She could fight her way out, but... no... she couldn't bear it. No more battle. She noticed another group of her captors up ahead, seemingly around eight of them, one glowing an eerie shade of green. She saw them fighting two more women who must have broken out somehow. Suddenly, she got an idea. She looked at the girls. They had already broken free. Chances are they would help someone else if they could. Elysia started to struggle harder than ever and let out an earsplitting shriek so loud that she felt her vocal chords straining with the effort. She let the weight go in her feet so that the man would have to lift her, but his fingers slipped. As she hit the ground, she continued writhing and screaming, trying to squirm free of all his attemots to grab her, but she knew she couldn't last much longer. She looked up at the girls ahead, using her screams to show them that sh needed help, hoping that they would find a way to run from the eight men surrouding them and help another poor little slave girl like them.