An Impossible Choice

My mind flashes back to Don's embrace, and his promise to one day come back for me. Don told me then, before we were captured, not to let them break me. Being sold to a brothel surely would break my spirit, my will, and turn me into someone else, someone I don't want to be.

So, I will do what I must to survive this ordeal. At least, in this case, I have a chance to give consent. As a slave I don't suppose I'll be given that opportunity. I don't consider this man to be trustworthy, and consider the fact that he may renege and sell me to a brothel anyway. But something about him makes me feel at ease. Or it could just be the half pitcher of beer I just drank messing with my head.

"Umm..." I stumble, trying to find the right words. "I've been thinking about what you said, about the auction."

"Yes?" He looks slightly bemused.

"If you truly are as honorable as you claim, and are willing to see to it that I am sold to someone who will treat me well, rather than to a brothel ... I will lie with you." I sigh.

1. "Very well." he says, moving closer................ hours later, exhausted, I fall into a heavy, dreamless sleep. I awaken in an unfamiliar place.
2. "Okay, but not here in the stables." He helps me up and wraps a cloak around my shoulders, guiding me out the door.
3. "Sorry, that was a one time offer. I will sell you to the highest bidder, regardless of who it is."
4. One of his men stumbles in, collapsing in a pool of blood. "The knight has escaped." he gasps, then dies.

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