has never been high on my to-do
list.”
Pamela
stood up from the ground and smoothed her skirt, and gave Ebony a small smile.
“Not on your bucket list, as we used to say on Earth?”
Ebony
managed to laugh a little as she carefully crouched down over the pine needles.
“That’s right. This kind of thing goes on my fuck-it list. If the
bucket list is things you want to do before you die, the fuck-it list is things
you never want to do again as long as you live!”
They all
laughed at that, even if it was the grim laughter of being in dire
circumstances. At last, Ebony pulled her skirt and panties back up, dreaming
about beautiful tiled bathrooms and endless rolls of toilet paper and clean
flush commodes and steamy showers with hot running water.
The men
walked toward the gathered women, and Ebony eyed their captors with a baleful
expression. One of the men gave each woman a handful of some kind of food, and
the other allowed each one to drink from a metal cup refilled from what
appeared to be a large leather bag. She started to sit down, but Fallon
stopped her. “Stay on your feet. Keep moving. Now. All of you.”
“I see
it’s breakfast to go this morning,” said Ebony. Then she jumped a little as
something poked her in the back, and turned around to see Damon prodding her
with his fingers to make her move faster. “I’m going,” she said, shooting
daggers at him with her expression. “You can stop doing that anytime.”
She began
walking with the others, and looked down at the food she’d been handed. “Mmm.
Water and more mystery meat jerky,” she muttered. “I’d give anything for a
good cup of coffee right now. And a nice ham-and-cheese omelet with plenty of
toast and butter and apple jelly.”
Ebony
sighed and kept on going down the trail, biting off a piece of the tough jerky
and picking her way through the sticks, pine needles, and random rocks that
hurt her already sore feet, and trying to avoid the prickly sticker bushes that
snagged at her bare skin and thin skirt. All of the women were having
increasing difficulty walking through this rugged terrain. Ebony saw streaks
of blood and dark purple bruises on their feet, even as they tried to keep
their whimpering to themselves.
But all
of the women were moving slower and slower, and Ebony had to bite her lip to
keep from crying out when her own cut and bruised feet hit yet another rock or
yet another sticker burr.
Fallon
and Damon watched the women hobble through the forest for a time, and then
stopped them. “We’re going to have to do something about this,” said Damon. “The
king kept them barefoot and practically naked, thinking it would keep them from
trying to escape.”
“Worked,
too, didn’t it?” said Ebony.
The two
men ignored her. “All right,” said Fallon. “We’ll stop here and figure out
some way to protect those soft little feet, or it will be nigh onto a month of
traveling at the rate they’re going before we reach the base.”
Ebony and
the other women stopped in their tracks and sat down on the forest floor. “I’ll
be thankful for a break no matter how long it might last,” Ebony groaned. “And
if they come up with something to cover my feet, I’ll take that, too.”
Cassie
sat down beside her. “I can’t remember the last time I wore shoes,” she said,
her voice quivering. She reached down and tried to massage her own bruised and
bleeding feet.
“Well,
the last time I had shoes on was when my sister and I were forcibly disrobed
and bathed before going to see the king and his audience,” said Ebony. “I
figure they burned all the clothes we had on our backs.”
“Oh, that
happened to me, too...I think it happened to all of us.” Cassie was on the
verge of real tears again.
“Well, at
least my sister gets to wear shoes.”
“Yes, but
she is not in the