Captured
She ran in the dark woods, blonde hair streams out behind the curvy body as soft skin is lashed by tree branches and thorns from bushes. Terrifed blue eyes look back over her shoulder, hearing the men call out to each other as they search for her. Tears fall down her cheeks as she seeks a place to hide. Finding a hollowed out trunk, she crawls deep inside and wills herself to silence, hoping the brush in front will conceal her hiding place.

Joceyln jerked awake in her small apartment, cheeks wet with tears, body shaking in fear. This was the same dream she'd had for a month, and she doesn't understand it. She throws off the covers and pads to the shower to start her day, standing under the hot spray, the vestiges of the dream wash away and she begins to hum.

Stepping from the shower, she grabs her bathrobe and pulls it on, toweling her hair as she steps into her bedroom, gasping in shock at the dark haired man in the grey suit that sits calmly upon her bed. Recognition nibbles at the edges of her mind, but nothing definitive.

"Hello, Joceyln, please approach closer" His voice is clipped, almost with a british accent. Suddenly she remembers Him, this is the man that she kept seeing shadowing her, seemingly following, but not following her.
She shakes her head no, terror gluing her feet to the floor. From behind, she is pushed to her knees, and she trembles. Picked up bodily by her arms, she is put at His feet, kneeling.
"Joceyln, don't make this hard on yourself. Just follow my simple requests and everything shall be all right." His voice is smooth as silk, quiet, controlled.

She struggles as a cloth soaked in scent is pressed to her nose and she faints. Blackness seeps into her vision as she hears the man speak in a garbled tounge.

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She cowers in the tree trunk, shaking, tears quietly flowing down her cheeks as the Men circle ever closer to her. The strange sounds of the man in the grey suit seem to be the language here. She whimpers softly as she realizes that her dream has become reality. She screams as a muscled arm reaches into and drags her out by her hair.
Thrown onto the ground, arms are jerked back and snapped into manacles, ankles crossed, and bound with fiber of some sort, the steel anklet held up for inspection, then removed as she is left lying on the forest floor.

Once more, a man in a scarlet tunic pulls her up by her hair, and drops her onto her knees, saying a word in the gibberish as he kicks her knees apart. "Kajira. Tu Kajira"
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