Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-5583506-20140920014659

"Hey, there is no need for that!" complained Myling as she rubbed her head where the guard had hit her.

He responded to her lament by smacking his fist into her face. "Shut up and get to work already!"

Myling wanted to respond to the act somehow. She could feel blood tracing down from her nostrils. In a sudden outburst she made a run for it, knocking the guard to the ground and darting towards one of the scaffolds. The other prisoners were cheering her on as the guards rushed after her with drawn weapons.

She had only begun climbing before one of the guards grabbed her by the leg and pulled her down. When she quickly snatched his shortsword from the sheath by his belt, the guards exclaimed themselves in feigned fear. They taunted her and played with her as she danced around with the blade, threatfully stabbing at them in case they got to close.

Eventually they managed to encircle her. One of them managed to knock the weapon out of her hand. Another one of them delivered a blow to her cheekbones, sending her flying to the ground, where the rest of them kicked her until she was still and didn't resist anymore.

The guard she had knocked down in the first place bent down beside her bloodied face, close to her ear. "Are you gonna be a good girl now and get that cute little tush of yours to work? Or do you want me and my very lonely friends here to take you back to the offices and see if we can improve your 'working spirit'?"

When she vaguely shook her head, he rose up and delivered a last kick to her, making her turn on her back in the mud.

"Then get the fuck back to work and don't you ever try to run away again!" he growled before he went on to oversee the rest of the work done in the quarry.

She slowly crawled up and coughed up some blood. They had probably broken a couple of ribs as well. But compared to earlier treatments she had been given, these guards were merciful...