Isabella

*i bite the ropes, pulling on the knots, trying to loosen my restraints.i can hear the soldiers talking, discussing their plans to ransom me back to my family. I don’t trust them not to take more liberties than that, and wasn't going to wait around to be rescued. I keep pulling a the rope with my teeth, getting my feet under myself. I manage to get on my feet, crouching, using the darkness to back away from the fire, and run into the forest