Examination

I was pretty sure I looked unconscious. Hopefully the person wouldn't slap me or through water at my face. Then I would make some sort of expression.

The footsteps slowed, then stopped. I could here the person breathing. That was creepy.

I breathed once, twice, a third time. Oh- they had their hand against my forehead. What were they doing?

"No fever..." I heard them mumble.

Why would they care about my fever? The person retracted their hand from my forehead. Based on how low their voice sounded, I assumed the person was male. He did nothing for a few seconds.

A chill ran through my spine as he ran his fingers through a lock of my hair. The man didn't yank it, he just rubbed it between his fingers. Now that I think about it, he was probably wondering how a lone thief appeared so we taken care of. My hair looked freshly washed and my clothes were hardly dirty.

Next, the man took my hand. He held it for a couple of seconds and ran a finger over an area where I recently developed a scar. Makes sense for a thief to have one there.

He exhaled deeply. The exhale had 'pissed' and 'disapproval' written all over it. Something magical happened after that. The man left. I could here his footsteps fade as he walked away.

I opened my right eye a teeny bit. Beside me was something I hadn't seen before. It was large, metal. Water was inside. It was a jug of water. Why would the man want me to drink it? Oh gosh, it was poisoned. The man must have known I was faking. That would explain the disapproval. He must have brought the tainted water in case I refused to talk. I would not touch the water.

Those blackberries had filled me up pretty good. They contained a good amount of juice. But I desperately needed water. The jug looked really tempting. Ugh! This is exactly what the man wants. He probably knows I stole those blackberries. Right about now, I looked like the messiest and stupidest thief in existence.

Tonight. Yes. I had decided it. I would leave tonight. How? Well, I was still thinking. First, I had to get the ropes off. My hands were quite small. If I could slip them out of the ropes, undoing the rest would be easy. Besides, the ropes weren't tied very tight.

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I started pulling my left hand. Ow. This was going to leave marks on my wrists. I yanked my hand very fast, and it came part way out. Yes! Next, I scrunched up my fingers. My pinky finger and thumb dug into my middle finger. It started to hurt, but there was no way I was stopping.

The faces you don't see may turn out to be the faces you fear the most. And just because you can't see them does not mean they can't see you. I guess that's common knowledge, though.