Chapter 6 Bon Voyage

"And where has that gotten you so far " What a straight forward rebuke, Fionna thought.

Just that sentence could even make a fool who was as well in her case shut up. She was not agreeing to being a fool.

He did not even have to concur that she was indeed a princess before making her see sense.

She looked away and out the window. All she had decipher from him was that he had being travelling alone and with a sheathed sword on his side.

The shouts of the coachmen were accompanied with the slashing of the poor horses.

The horses neighed each and everytime a sudden feel of something hard landed on their backs.

That is... the thick whip.

Her eyes closed as a flash of late night's event crept in her mind once she thought of how their means of transport must be feeling right now.

She could see her torturer getting further and further from her reach. And as much as she wanted to ditch the ride only to strangle him as her top priority, she was still cuffed.

Looking away would be best, she thought as her head now wandered somewhere else other than her new owner.

Her feet...

It had been bruised, dirty and covered all over in her blood.

Yes, hers.

Her flesh had been peeled from the slashing he had forcefully impacted on her from time to time.

Now remembering when she had been a princess which didn't only mean a word.

Her maid would prepare her a bath concealed with bubbles and fresh fragrance that ventured all over her bathroom which was, without a doubt, bigger than her dungeon cell.

Lily. Fionna always thought she was too beautiful to be a maid.

Her blonde silky hair that so swifly danced in the same manner as did her body and her unblemished skin.

She had to be some sort of angel, Her guardian angel, who had on so many occassions stopped her from wandering about on her own.

This never made Fionna furious at her. With a face like that, Fionna would only cling to the fact that it was all for her own good.

But if it were someone else, she raged and thought of schemes to get back at them.

Sometimes, Fionna wished she could look like her. That way she could easily seduce any guard that blocked her path or from making her leave the castle walls.

She now wriggled her toes before deciding to take a good look at the stranger in front of her.

Her head rose and for a while she was lost in his features.

"You don't seem to pleased" he had noticed, even without looking her way, that she had been staring.

It took a moment before Fionna had spoken but out of his statement. "Why did you buy me? " she had managed to keep a steady and demanding voice even if she was not used to it.

His head slowly faced her direction. He saw the anger she tried so hard to conceal then smirked "I needed a slave"

Fionna swore she saw his face twitch.

He obviously had all the slaves he could possibly need if he could bid a billion Belmoth in just one auction.

Thin, short, fat, young, old, ugly, beautiful..."Why do you need a princess-"

"I don't like being questioned, princess" the last word was so sarcastically noted. His normal features became horrific with the tone that followed "To me, you're a slave, I own you and nothing more"

All this while, Fionna had just been run over by every man she crossed path with. And the best thing she did in all the cases was to keep quiet.

He easily lost his temper and without a doubt loves dominance. Just like someone she wishes to be killed by her hands.

Once more, Fionna looked out. It was important she remembers the route or some landmarks at the least.

A church maybe, or just some signs she could one day go in search for...

It wasn't at all what she expected.

The people seemed to be devoured by hunger. Most buildings were incomplete. And it looked like they were carnivores... eating their kind.

The small shops had already been deplenished of the goods it offered whereas, the big shops that had managed to thrive was now been rammed down by the people which only cooporated to have it opened.

In her own point of view, only the strong could survive same goes for the rich.

It's sight was too frightening, even for her, someone who had gone through a portion of hell.

But what bothered her the most were the children or rather, the newly born.

Just the thought of them been eaten alive gave her shivers. She wouldn't want to end up in this kingdom full of savages... Belmoth.

All the while she had been analysing their lifestyle, they had been on the move.

Suddenly, the carriage abruptly stopped.

Her body, without a warning, went forward and she tried her hardest, even with both hands being cuffed, to bring it back to place.

Fionna was too afraid to take a look outside. She heard both screams of men and cries of the females.

Their words or pleas were all to vague to her since their anguish surpassed them all.

She could see the man sitting in front of her very laxed. As though it was a common thing to him. In terms of specification, Something of daily living

Once more, their journey continued.

She wanted to ask so badly what had happened even though she knew. She knew those who had blocked their path had been swiftly slayed by his men.

At that moment, Fionna remembered the song her mother would always hum to her as she was tucked to bed and did likewise with her eyes closed.

It somehow made her believe all the nightmares will be put to sleep.

Till...

Her head, that had been close to the window, was now being agressively pulled.

The immediate opening of her eyes was followed with the unbearable impact from hitting her head so hard on the carriage.

Fionna tried raising her head but it seemed like the person had weighed his whole body on her hair. She closed her eyes and tears overflowed within a second.

Curse these cuffs.

After a short while of pains, and nothing but pains, she felt relieved from them. However, something was still holding onto her hair.

Quickly, Fionna opened her eyes.

Blood... It had splaterred everywhere.

She now touched her head and felt something had still been on it. She could tell what it was immediately after feeling it.

A man's hand... Which bled profusely.

Without thinking, Fionna screamed then threw it out the window.

Bits of her hair went out the window while some landed on her laps and floor. This was of no importance to her. She'd rather loose all her hair than her scalp.

When she looked at the man sitting infront of her, she noticed his sword was now unsheathed and covered in blood which thickly dripped down to the carriage's carpet.

He didn't say anything neither did he sheathe the sword back.

Fionna shifted as far away as she could from the window without a need to be told.

Just some seconds after doing so, a head now popped out from the right side of the window.

She was terrified. Especially when she saw his right hand was bleeding out.

The man looked at her hungrily. She wasn't sure which he wanted. Her body or her body.

Definitely, he hungered for human flesh.

When he dared to look into the carriage, his unsheathed sword swung once and before she could think of anything or process what had just happened, the one-handed man's head bounced in, landing just some inches away from her feet.

The head still showed some vital signs and what more, it continuously bled on her toes.

She would have moved but fear and shock struck her all together at that instant.

Fionna thought being tortured would make her fearless of anything or rather, be the worst thing she ever experienced... But this!!

The once beautiful carriage she had so admired the instant she had beheld it was now stained with fresh blood on its white covers and now, to her, it was simply another memory she wishes to be forgotten.

Looking once more at everything that had just happened and hyperventilating the more she realised that everything is indeed not an act.

The window, she pulled her hair slowly in horror and realised it was indeed dyed with blood as the strands which had come in contact with the sword filled her hand. The blood-covered, unsheathed sword and what more... The second body part which had been cut by the man she was bought by and now a slave to...

Everything went dark as her eyes unwillingly closed and she couldn't, as much as she wanted to, get up and run from it all...

Fionna had fainted. Not on the carriage seat but on the floors.

To be precise, on the man's bleeding head