Should Have Been Drowned

She was completely dead weight when the brute came across her and hadn't even felt him touch her, pick her up, and carry her. While she was positioned over his back though, it started to push out whatever water was still lingering in her lungs and she started to cough and become more responsive in the waves of his movement. She still wasn't fully there until they made it into to the bungalow.

She heaved for a few seconds, feeling the small slap on her cheek as her eyes started to flutter open and she was fully coming back to reality. But she didn't realize where she was, she couldn't. All she saw was a massive brute over her and it frightened her to hell. She didn't get a good look at him and had instantly believed it was the slavers that could have followed her into the water. With the push of her front leg, she went to roll onto her back and reveal her throat to him still heaving for air. It was what she was trained to do to be at the mercy of the masters. Though when she pushed her leg against the furs of the bed, she let out a sharp yelp in response to a broken leg she must have made over the railing of the ship she was being transported on. Her whole body tensed through shut eyes as she waited for him to grab and drag her back to a cell. They wouldn't have killed her, only punished her in other ways.

"Reila"