Finally. The merchant could not stop the Cheshire grin slithering across his blackned lips. He's be home soon and in the warmth of his wife's arms. No more traveling for days on end with this slave bitch at his side. "Armory and weaponry." A ping of hope clutched at his chest that she indeed had what he requested. Hearing another denial would send him in a frenzy and he knew exactly whom his anger would be released on. Gaze watching the female's face for a sign of approval.
All the while, Chesna found herself tiring of counting. Having moved on to watching ants travel in a line towards home. She knew winter was soon to arrive and much like the wolves back home they two were preparing for the cold months.
Her body ached for release. Bladder full. Throat parched wanting to be cooled by a drink. Stomach rumbled in hunger quite loudly for them both to hear and she almost whined in embarrassment. It wasn't like she could control such a bodily function. But, the last a sound was made, her back stung with ten lashes. Eyes sealing shut to await her punishment she knew the merchant would delivery.
