Stolen Away In The Dead of Night

Bumps and bruises, the blue woman could feel them under her fur. Her kidnappers hadn't been very kind, which was funny, considering she was essentially merchandise. Isa didn't go out without a fight and the brutes had the wounds to prove it. The stone ground was cold and the fae could feel that cold in her bones. She was going to be incredibly sore after this.

Lightning illuminated the cave once more and, as she lay there, facing away from the entrance, a deafening roar echoed through the space. It chilled Isa even more than the cold stone. Was some sort of giant bear coming to reclaim its home? Tied up as she was, was she going to die? Isa's heart hammered in her chest and she fought to stay still, hoping that whatever had entered the cave wouldn't see her. The moments ticked by and the bound woman could only wait to see what fate had in store for her.

"Isa"