Chapter 5
Katherine could feel the warm sunlight caress her face as she gained consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open as she slowly raised herself in a sitting position. She felt groggy and her throat was parched. She was confused. She didn't recognize the room she was in. As her head started to clear, she felt panic seize her. What if she had been abducted. What if she was expected to be a slave. Her breathing laboured. Calm yourself Katherine, she chastised herself. She looked around. She seemed to be in what looked like a hut. The walls were of dry mud and the roof was thatched. The light came from an oddly shaped window at her right. Next to the cot she lay in she saw a bowl of water and in the corner of the room a bucket and a pail of water. The hut seemed to be in a fairly good condition. It seemed clean and comfortable with the fire pit in the centre of the room and a chest in the corner that had some fur blankets laying on it. She noticed her bed was quite comfortable because of the soft cotton linen and woollen blanket covering her torso.
Katherine picked up the bowl of water and took timid sips, she hoped it was safe, her throat felt like the sahara desert and she desperately needed hydration. She deemed the water safe after a moment and gulped away half of the bowl.
With her thirst quenched Katherine tried to remember what happened. She recalled talking to Andrew. Andrew, Katherine gasped. She remembered him screaming at her to look out, then she came up blank. She hoped Andrew was al right and whatever it was that attacked her hadn't gotten to him. Katherine felt her throat clog, She should have listened, she should have obeyed, she thought as she sobbed. Her poor mother must be worried about her. She curled herself on the cot and tucked her head between her knees. She sobbed in panic, frustration and anger at herself. She should have stayed home.
She was oblivious to her surroundings and didn't notice the new presence in the room. Andrew stood at the now open doorway, staring at Katherine. He felt too many emotions flogging him at the same time, sympathy, sorrow, guilt and rage. The gut wrenching sobs emanating from Katherine were making his chest hurt. He couldn't let what happened today repeat....
Andrew knocked on the open door and stepped in the cottage. He saw as she snapped her face to the noise, he felt worse after he saw her expression. Her face showed signs of sadness, worry and fear. Her eyes were swollen and red with crying and her bottom lip trembling. He stoned himself for her reaction. After her shock wore off, she screamed.
Katherine could feel the warm sunlight caress her face as she gained consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open as she slowly raised herself in a sitting position. She felt groggy and her throat was parched. She was confused. She didn't recognize the room she was in. As her head started to clear, she felt panic seize her. What if she had been abducted. What if she was expected to be a slave. Her breathing laboured. Calm yourself Katherine, she chastised herself. She looked around. She seemed to be in what looked like a hut. The walls were of dry mud and the roof was thatched. The light came from an oddly shaped window at her right. Next to the cot she lay in she saw a bowl of water and in the corner of the room a bucket and a pail of water. The hut seemed to be in a fairly good condition. It seemed clean and comfortable with the fire pit in the centre of the room and a chest in the corner that had some fur blankets laying on it. She noticed her bed was quite comfortable because of the soft cotton linen and woollen blanket covering her torso.
Katherine picked up the bowl of water and took timid sips, she hoped it was safe, her throat felt like the sahara desert and she desperately needed hydration. She deemed the water safe after a moment and gulped away half of the bowl.
With her thirst quenched Katherine tried to remember what happened. She recalled talking to Andrew. Andrew, Katherine gasped. She remembered him screaming at her to look out, then she came up blank. She hoped Andrew was al right and whatever it was that attacked her hadn't gotten to him. Katherine felt her throat clog, She should have listened, she should have obeyed, she thought as she sobbed. Her poor mother must be worried about her. She curled herself on the cot and tucked her head between her knees. She sobbed in panic, frustration and anger at herself. She should have stayed home.
She was oblivious to her surroundings and didn't notice the new presence in the room. Andrew stood at the now open doorway, staring at Katherine. He felt too many emotions flogging him at the same time, sympathy, sorrow, guilt and rage. The gut wrenching sobs emanating from Katherine were making his chest hurt. He couldn't let what happened today repeat....
Andrew knocked on the open door and stepped in the cottage. He saw as she snapped her face to the noise, he felt worse after he saw her expression. Her face showed signs of sadness, worry and fear. Her eyes were swollen and red with crying and her bottom lip trembling. He stoned himself for her reaction. After her shock wore off, she screamed.
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