The wounds in her chest burned badly, but she was not going to allow herself to pussy out. It was something she was trying to prove to herself. She was always the quiet, scared girl in Tyko’s presence – but what would she be without him? What if he died one day and left her alone. Would she ever get that chance? Maybe he would kill her off first. She couldn’t see him giving her freedom any time soon, willingly anyway.
Her breathing was shallowed and she continued to whimper – only for it to get louder when he grabbed her by the throat. As if she wasn’t in enough pain, now she couldn’t breathe either. Her scared, purple eyes watched him as he warned her about talking about his mate. She didn’t say anything, which was translated to something she understood. When he let her go, she let her head fall back on the earth. She didn’t pay attention to what he was doing next – she was expecting more cuts, but no. This was something far worse. She could feel him twisting her wrist, so she let it fall limp – thinking he was just trying to turn it to a good position, but when she felt a sharp sudden pain, she couldn’t help it. A high-pitched, girlish scream emitted from her throat, "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Then she passed out.
Back at camp, Tyko jumped up as did Deo. The horse neighed loudly, and Tyko grabbed his dagger and hobbled over to the horse. He untied him from the tree and jumped on his back. The horse was hesitant, though, and didn’t want to run through the trees. ”GO!” Tyko was frustrated, and determined to get to her in time. He couldn’t imagine what the tyrant had done to her to make her scream like that. Finally, Deo ran weaving through the trees. Then about halfway through, he halted sending Tyko flying over his head. The black man landed on his ass in a pile of leaves, and cursed the horse. He got up, nonetheless, and ran towards his companion’s scream. When he neared the two and saw her bloody and broken – and unconscious – Tyko lost it. He ran toward the man with his knife up and ready to slit the other’s throat.
Before they started fighting, he could have sworn that the dagger came in contact with at least the other’s shoulder. Tyko was mindlessly fighting the man. No one hurt Abella like that, and at the moment – he wasn’t even sure if she was alive. She lay in the dirt motionless and bloody. Her wrist was contorted in a unnatural way and Tyko was going to kill the man. His movements were quick towards the other, using mostly punches and kicks – but he tried to sneak the dagger in here and there. His aim was to kill the man, but he needed to disarm him first.
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