You’re Different, Like Me. part 8
this is a pretty short chapter, next one should be longer. i hope you like it.
for awhile (y/n) didn’t say a word, her shaking hands still clutching the fire poker.
“wh-where are catherine and agnus? where are all the other nuns?!” (y/n) asked frantically.
the new voice chuckled darkly and ignored her words.
she heard at least four men come closer ot her.
she swung the fire poker, hitting a man directly in the face, sending him to the floor, she swung right and clashed with a sword.
“love, stop. you do not want to do this”. (y/n) recognized the voice of ubbe immediately, but she ignored him and pushed her full body wait against him, and the sword.
she couldn’t help but feel pride as she heard him fall the ground with a shout.
she swung once more, but cried out as something hard hit the back of her bare ankles.
she groaned loudly as her back collided with the hard wood floors of the church.
she heard the dragging sound once again, this time coming closer to her. she still held the fire poker in her hand and swung it out in front of her.
but the new male to enter the room grabbed her wrist before she could hit him.
he slammed her wrist into the floor until she released the fire poker with a shout of pain. she thrashed around, whimpering around until he crawled on top of her, his full body weight pressing her into the ground.
he gripped both of her wrists with one hand and rested the other hand upon her throat. not fully choking her, but in a threatening manner.
this made her freeze and stop moving all together.
“Flyt ikke, christian” the man growled next to (y/n)’s ear. it startled her how much hate he put in to the last word, how much anger and disgust laced his tone.
she nodded at his words and lightly jerked when he tapped the side of her mouth.
“god pige“ he said, his voice still holding anger, but not as much hatred.
he sat up, giving (y/n) a chance to take in a full breath of air, but he still hadn’t moved his hands from hers and her throat.
“se på mig“ he said, making (y/n) swallow awkwardly. he moved his hand up from her throat to her cheek and forced her head in his direction.
“look at me!” he shouted, finally speaking her language once more. it angered her that he was ordering her to do something she physically couldn’t do.
“i can not!” (y/n) surprisingly shouted back, making everyone in the church stop walking and speaking.
the man above her sat completely still, angrily breathing through his nose, his hand pressing harder into her face, his fingernails digging into her wrists.
“what do you mean you can not? i asked you-”.
“i am sightless! i can not see you even if i desired to!”.
