“Ooh! Poor baby,” she said erotically and slowly emerged from beneath the covers, mounting him.
“Well, in that case, let me see if I can fix it back, Master.”
An hour passed and Alina still couldn’t get any sleep.
The clothes they had given her were on the floor beneath her; the touch of the wool fabric felt strange to her skin. It felt uncomfortable and so itchy that she couldn’t stand it anymore and had to take it off.
She tried to make the best of what she had and used the blanket instead, tying it over her shoulders like a cloak. It didn’t work for her, either. It just didn’t feel the same. She angrily threw it away and pulled on her hair.
She sat naked in the darkness of her wagon, hugging her knees and rocking back and forth, tears of fear forming in her eyes.
“He’s going to find me. He’s going to find me. What am I doing? Escape, stupid. Escape.” She kept muttering to herself with little sobs escaping her lips.
A rustle startled her.
Alina immediately jumped to the opposite side of the wagon. Her eyes fixed on the direction of the sound.
She whispered, frightened, “Who’s there?”
There was no answer. Alina curled herself up in a corner, feeling terrified to death.