Kicking and screaming, Caroline was dragged up to the gibbet.
The enforcers who had come for her stayed well away from her teeth, due to their recent bitter experience when she had successfully torn away one of their ears, and had been awarded a bruised stomach.
It had been a fair exchange, and she was still proud of it. However, now… she wondered if she might have been better off acting meek.
This doubt left her when she reached the wooden platform, and saw the first body hanging there.
Her friend had been one of the meekest slaves in the pit. She would always do whatever was asked of her, even if it meant that she would not have time to sleep, or food to eat. Yet, now, she was hanging like all the others, so clearly, her meekness hadn't gotten her anywhere.
'But can my anger take me somewhere else?'