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"Alright, that's enough stalling. Now start walking before I get angry!" The slaver following behind Shelly barely gave him any rest after forcing him across a huge stretch of land since dawn. The heavy chains and stocks made it difficult for Shelly to walk and the trip has taken a huge toll on his fatigue. But it was clear the slavers were not going to give him a moment of comfort, forcing him to continue despite the searing pain scorching his feet. Every time Shelly staggered, failed to keep up, or even look anywhere else but the front, he would receive a swift strike from the slaver's whip against the back. They would not even let him recover from the punishments either, as the chain would tug impatiently against the stock to force him back up. "I said walk, you imbecile!" Shouted the slaver as he sent the whip crashing against Shelly's back once more, causing Shelly to cry out in pain though the gag and finally force him forward. "You'll be sleeping with those chains on if we don't reach the camp by sunset. So get moving!" But Shelly never knew how far the camp was, or if they will ever reach the camp in time. The sun was already nearing the horizon and the destination was nowhere in sight. The land grew less and less familiar as he dragged on and the slavers took him around circles in order to confuse his sense of direction, should he attempt to escape. Shelly already tried to flee once when the slavers first held him in simple rope bindings, and he knew the slavers were very experienced in capturing their prey, and even more so in punishing escapees when they quickly caught him and forced him into heavier restraints and deprived him of food and water for the day. He had no intention of spending the rest of his life as a slave, but there was nothing he could do under his current condition. But he grew worried that the slavers would eventually break him, and it was only a matter of how soon. |
