Page 12 of Trapped to Tame
She squirmed his grasp. ‘Let me go!’ she cried.
He pulled her plaited hair hard, yanking her head back. ‘If you don’t shut your fucking mouth,’ he whispered low in her ear, ‘you're going to end up tied to a cot in a pleasure tent while you’re rutted to death by this camp’s soldiers.’
She clenched her eyes closed and grimaced at his words, even one as foolish as her finally understanding what she’d done.
‘Stupid female,’ he snarled, hauling her along with him, making her slip and stagger, lifting her easily whenever her steps faltered, dragging her along like a stubborn mule.
When they got to the main thoroughfare of the Camp, Priest could only hope that Drax and Fie had been successful, both in having their unit reinstated and procuring them a tent to do what now had to be done.
Thankfully, his Brothers were walking down in the opposite direction at that very moment. He turned swiftly and smoothly to follow them to the edges of where the Camp proper turned into the fringes where the Rats dwelled.
Drax led them into a small tent and Priest looked around with ill-concealed disgust. Dirty furs lined the floors, the rickety table had a dark rust-colored stain in the center that could only be dried blood and there was only one brazier for heat. There weren’t even any cots to sleep in.
Still holding the female by her hair, Priest’s lips curled up into a sneer. ‘Is this the best you could fucking do?’
Drax snorted. ‘We're Brothers again, at least. We should change into our blacks as soon as possible.’
Priest quietly seethed. They’d once had one of the finest tents in the Camp and now they were reduced to one step up from how the rats lived.
‘She wasn’t difficult to find, then?’ Drax nodded at the subdued and bedraggled looking woman.
‘No, but we have a problem.’
‘What is it?’ Fie asked.
‘The senseless woman was attempting to fight in the rings.’
‘Fuck,’ Fie muttered, staring daggers at Eve.
The female was looking confused, didn't even have the common sense to understand what was happening.
‘She lost,’ Drax surmised.
‘I was the one who fought her. Of course she lost!’ Priest said.
Drax shook his head at the woman, looking at her as if she was the most ridiculous creature he’d ever seen. ‘You should be glad your throat wasn't slit as soon as that fight was over, you foolish wench.’
She opened her mouth to speak, but Priest put his hand over it. ‘Silence or, by the gods, I will gag you. I promise you that.’
She did as she was told for once, though her eyes flashed in her fury.
Priest’s lip curled. ‘No wonder no one in that fucking town liked you.’
‘Where is she meant to be?’ Drax asked.
‘I’m to take her to one of the pleasure tents.’
‘Fuck!’ Drax paced across the tent. ‘Once she's in one of those tents, she'll never come out again.’
‘What can we do?’ Fie asked.
Drax flung his sword onto the table with a clang. ‘There's only one thing we can do. It's too late now. We're in the Camp with an unclaimed female who just lost in the rings. She must be bound to the unit.’
‘Make her a Fourth?’ Fie asked, looking slightly horrified. ‘There must be another way.’
‘There isn’t.’ Drax growled at the woman. ‘She’s seen to that.’
He unclasped his cloak and threw it over the back of one of the wobbly chairs. ‘We'll do it now before they realize Priest hasn’t brought her to the tents and come looking for her.’
