Post by laura25 on Jan 21, 2012 16:27:46 GMT -5
Captured
It was morning when we found ourselves being chased into the jungle once again. This time our pursuers were much more fortunate, as we found ourselves between them and a cliff without any escape. I was marched, or rather, dragged by my captors for what seemed like miles. I did not see what they were doing to Robert, however I figured he was being treated the same if not worse. I thought I could travel no further, when I looked up and saw those strange lights. Those lights that made a path for us to walk into the heart of the jungle. My heart was racing. I was fearful of who these people where and going deeper such darkness that was only lit by these strange lights. It was then that my captors became more serious. I felt the rope they had wrapped around my hands grow so tight, it cut into my wrists. They forced to me to stand up right, and to move faster.
The lights curved and let us downwards until we came to a huge clearing on the bottom of the slope. The colors I had seen before seemed to be fading, and everything seemed to be black. Even the leaves on the tress and birds in the air, were black. I was in a immense amount of pain, but this did not keep me from my surprise. A path was set out for Robert and I to walk. We were pushed forward to walk down this road to whatever our fate was.
Natives to where ever we were, gathered around this path as we walked. Everyone of them was loaded with red reeds, knives, and spears. Each of them had dark paint around their eyes, with thick black hair framing their harsh faces. They glared at us, as if they had the capability of seeing right into our souls. As if they alone could condemn us for existing. The pathway was made out of smooth slippery stone that was stained by our bloodied feet. I did not dare look at Robert and he did not look at me. Where ever we were, what ever situation we were in, it was not good.
The end of the path, gave way to a dark, gorgeous man sitting stiffly on some kind of throne. He was clothed in complete black, and had a face that you could not look away from. It was strange, but when I looked upon his face, I felt as if my heart were being squeezed so that it could not pump blood to the rest of my body. Pain shot throughout my arms and legs, and it became hard to breathe. Looking at him, I was in so much pain, but when I turned away it ceased. And yet I had to look upon him again. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He sat upon this throne with such pride, but he had a mysterious way about him. The pain I felt grew more intense. I began to feel my wrist swell, and my feet bleed more profusely. I grew tired and faint, and the world around me darkened into nothing.
It was morning when we found ourselves being chased into the jungle once again. This time our pursuers were much more fortunate, as we found ourselves between them and a cliff without any escape. I was marched, or rather, dragged by my captors for what seemed like miles. I did not see what they were doing to Robert, however I figured he was being treated the same if not worse. I thought I could travel no further, when I looked up and saw those strange lights. Those lights that made a path for us to walk into the heart of the jungle. My heart was racing. I was fearful of who these people where and going deeper such darkness that was only lit by these strange lights. It was then that my captors became more serious. I felt the rope they had wrapped around my hands grow so tight, it cut into my wrists. They forced to me to stand up right, and to move faster.
The lights curved and let us downwards until we came to a huge clearing on the bottom of the slope. The colors I had seen before seemed to be fading, and everything seemed to be black. Even the leaves on the tress and birds in the air, were black. I was in a immense amount of pain, but this did not keep me from my surprise. A path was set out for Robert and I to walk. We were pushed forward to walk down this road to whatever our fate was.
Natives to where ever we were, gathered around this path as we walked. Everyone of them was loaded with red reeds, knives, and spears. Each of them had dark paint around their eyes, with thick black hair framing their harsh faces. They glared at us, as if they had the capability of seeing right into our souls. As if they alone could condemn us for existing. The pathway was made out of smooth slippery stone that was stained by our bloodied feet. I did not dare look at Robert and he did not look at me. Where ever we were, what ever situation we were in, it was not good.
The end of the path, gave way to a dark, gorgeous man sitting stiffly on some kind of throne. He was clothed in complete black, and had a face that you could not look away from. It was strange, but when I looked upon his face, I felt as if my heart were being squeezed so that it could not pump blood to the rest of my body. Pain shot throughout my arms and legs, and it became hard to breathe. Looking at him, I was in so much pain, but when I turned away it ceased. And yet I had to look upon him again. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He sat upon this throne with such pride, but he had a mysterious way about him. The pain I felt grew more intense. I began to feel my wrist swell, and my feet bleed more profusely. I grew tired and faint, and the world around me darkened into nothing.