Rachel was tackled where she stood by three guards and was tied up again, to her displeasure. Al-Radzur kicked aside the corpse of his loyal guard and walked up to her, peering at her with immense hate in his beady little eyes.
“You, girl, are going to remain tied up here and you will never escape so long as I breathe. I will make you suffer and then perish,” He turned to his guards, “Well!? What are you dimwits waiting for!? Throw this corpse into the sea, and tie her up very tightly,” he glared once more at Rachel before leaving the tent again, “it seems as if she is plenty satisfied at the moment so we shall save her food and water for later.”
Rachel knew he had done it just to spite her, and she hated him for it, but she could not even move, much less do something about it.
Adam was standing in battle-ready stance, his dagger held defensively close to his chest, protecting his heart, adrenaline was coursing through his veins and he was preparing for a fight. They had completely encircled him as he strode. He cursed himself for looking down at his feet and not being attentive enough while he walked. The biggest man in the group came forward, a deadly scimitar at the ready, and spoke with an oddly official voice, “You are trespassing on the land of the Zamorak Bandits, your sentence is imprisonment and eventually, death.”
Adam swallowed dry air as he wavered from side to side as he struggled to stand in his weakened condition. Couldn’t something go his way?
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