"Eat, milady" The chiftan spoke with a wry grin encarved in his scarred and brawny face. He had been decked in leather and pelts formally belonging to unfortunate animals. His hair of rudy blonde was untidy and dishevled, hinting towards a tiring eve with a tavern wench. With the same rudy color of skin and a stuble covered chin, he most resembled a homeless mutt living in an alley way.

"I will do no such thing" Snapped the young lady, turning her cheek to the tin plate that was pushed her way. "Then you shall starve!" The man growled, slamming his fist down onto the table. A dignified smile appeared on the girl's fair face. "I could only hope of such a miracle" With his jaw set in anger, the man yanked her from the chair by her small wrist, pulling her to her feet. "You should know naught to speak to a man of authority with such a tone woman!"

Viveka retained her stature before the man which towerded above her meek form. "A man of authority? All I see is an ignorant dullard." The man's anger boiled, his face red and twisted as his hand made contact with her flawless cheek. The force of his blow made her fall into the table then to the floor.

The world seemed to be spinning around the girl as she tried to get her bearings of where she was. Red liquid trickled down the side of her face, a substance believed to be spilt wine but as an unbearable pain plagued her, she would find that the trickle of liquid was her blood. Her vulnerable and delicate flesh had been punctured and slit by the corner of the table.

The room continued to spin around her until she finally submitted to unconciousness, her heart beating rapidly in fear that she was decending into death. Darkness had surrounded the girl and all she could hear were voices, voices all around her. Their words were slurred by her ferish sleep and so she was unable to comprehend what was being said or whether she was the one being spoken to. All she could recall was a heaviness, or a numbness, filling her body and soul. Then, everything began to clear. She could understand the words being said by the many masculine voices around her and she was able to feel her body beings lifted and carried, even clawed at by numerous hands.

With a soft whimper being emitted from her tight lips, she forced her heavy eyelids open and found that she was being surrounded by the men of the village, her clothing being maimed. She let out a scream of horror as her petite body began to fight and resist them, thrashing desprately to gain distance from the brutes. As she had finally broken away from the swarm of hungry men, another came up behind her and locked her arms tightly behind her form.

"I've got her boys!" The man yelled in victory, the swarm approaching the girl again. One daring man reached out to touch her soft, ivory cheek but as he did so, she returned the favor by bitting his hand viciously. He hollered out in pain, drawing his bloodied hand back. "You dirty little vixen." He pulled her from the rest of the men by the arm, withdrawing his sword and holding it above him with the pommel facing the girl's head. He readied it to make a blow.

Seeing this, Viveka dropped to her knees for mercy, her large, dark eyes bright with producing tears. With quivering lips, she spoke slowly and in a soft voice. "I...I'm sorry" She pleaded , her tears being released and falling down her rosy cheeks and innocent face.