The Weak And Helpless (Yona of the dawn)

I thrashed wildly in Kumji's grip. "Let me go!" I demanded clawing as his arm. My attempts at escape only seemed to annoy the Lord as he slammed me up against the hallway wall. I whimpered in pain as the wall came into contact with my stomach. The bruise that was slowly forming from Kumji's punch didn't make the experience any more enjoyable as I slammed to the floor slinging down the wall.

"Quite." Kumji demanded as we came to a door with two guards on either side keeping watch. The two looked at me sadly as my angry protest were ignored. I was dragged into the room watching the door slammed such in front of me. At the sound of the closing door Kumji threw me once again across the room causing me to roll a few times as I did my best to protect my stomach instead of stop the rolling. I slammed into the wall again and closed squeezed my eyes shut for a moment fighting off a cry of pain refusing to give Kumji that satisfaction of my cries.

I have to bare through the pain. I need to keep Kumji occupied. I remain myself silently. I lay on the floor panting heavily as I tried to recover. "What's happened to all that fighting spirit?! Is it gone already?!" Kumji teased standing over me a cruel smile on his face. "Like hell it is." I growled angrily my fists clutching as I slowly rise from the floor. I didn't attack him I jut glared at him angrily. Kumji only laughed at my reply. "That's good to hear, I wouldn't be as fun to brake you if you gave up." He continued.

"Your reputation exceeds you, your even more cruel and heartless in person." I snapped back looking around the room. A large chair that looked more like a throne them a chair stood in the middle of the room. Chains were tucked in the corner, suggesting I essentially the only "cargo" he had brought in here. I cringed at the awful things he could have the other woman do with the right threat. A table was near by full of food and Booz. Bread, cheese, grapes, and various meats and sauces laid out elegantly over the clothed table. Glass cups full of various colored wines filled the table some filled to the brim others only half full.

"Why are you doing this?! Why are you selling the woman of your own land!?" I demanded, the fact he was so privileged well Yona and the others were locked up in infuriating me. "Why?! That's simple, profit. The money I'll get from the deal will be extraordinary." He explained as if it was obvious. At the sound of this I snatched a fork on the nearby table and threw it at him. It pierced threw his shoulder. "Profit! That's one damn poor reason! Your disgusting!Profit doesn't make it ok to ruin someone else's life! Profit is no excuses to do such a thing! This is illegal! What makes you think you'll get away with this!" I snarled.

Kumji pulled the fork from his shoulder like it was nothing and threw it causing it to fly past me and clatter to the ground. In a flash I found myself raised up against the wall my throat being treated as a handle. My furious gaze meeting Kumji's cruel one. "I can snap your neck and kill you when ever I please." He threatened. I clawed at his hand, desperately trying to breath.

"If I'm gunna die, I'll make sure I bring you down with me." I growled back. I was dropped and crumbled to the ground getting no response back as the sound of the door creaking open filled the room. I looked up taking deep breaths. A guard walked in the sword on his belt shinning brightly as the light reflected off of it. "Sir, we're ready to transfer the cargo to the ship." He informed making a point not to meet my gaze. "THERE NO CARGO!" I screamed. The guard jumped slightly shocked by the sudden rise in volume.

Kumji sighed and turned toward me. Before I could even move he slapped me across the face. My head whipped to the side and a burning sensation crawled up my cheek. The force of the blow room my breath away and my vision dimmed. Slowly my vision turned dimmer and dimmer until I was swallowed up by the darkness. The last thing I felt was the last of me collapsing to the ground. I failed.....

I shot up and whipped my head around wildly. I immediately felt the familiar rocking of a ship and knew I had been transported along with the others. I looked down at myself, my eyes widening. My wrist and ankles were shackled and I felt a rag tied tightly around my mouth. I was chained up and gaged. Flashes of my past experiences flooded my mind raising my panic. Not again. This can't be. Oh god no.

I was ripped from my thoughts as the sound of metal hitting metal ripped through the air. Fighting, Jea-Ha and the others must be here. I raised my hands to my sash and sighed out in relief as I felt the outline of five sheathed daggers. How I had managed to keep them on me was unknown to me. I pulled out my yellow dagger and with all my strength slammed it onto my right hand and chains. Upon contact the chains broke. I did the same to my left hand and my feet. Once finished I slowly raise, testing the ships balance. Good the idiots up top at least know not to all fight on one side of the ship.

I ran to the door the clinching of the metal cuffs and few chains on my wrist and ankles reminding me of the undesirable accessories on me. I swung the door open only to meet three guards. Well this won't end well. They surrounded me. "How'd you get out!" Demanded one as I slowly raised my dagger my gaze transitioning from the three. "You idiot she used that dagger!" Said an other. "Move." I demanded pulling the three from their bickering. In response they all charged me. Here goes nothing.