"Wake up, cat. We're almost there."
Felidae groaned, and tried to open her eyes. This proved to be in vain however, as they seemed to be glued shut by something hot and wet that coursed in rivulets down her face. Congealing blood, she guessed, judging by the searing pain on her forehead that the substance seemed to be emanating from.
Her body was in obvious motion, as she began to feel rocks and other sharp objects scrape across her skin; digging in meanly as she was dragged across the dirty, uneven ground. A thick rope was wrapped tightly around her shoulders, biting painfully into her flesh every time her captor yanked on the other end.
Every part of her body ached.
She attempted to move her arms, to hopefully reach down and grab the dagger on her leg, but her hands were bound behind her back in such a way that not even her claws were of any use. It was highly probable that all her weapons had been removed prior, anyway.
The Khajiit gasped as a heavy boot connected with her ribs, ceasing her futile struggles.
She had no choice but to face the ugly truth; the great and renowned bounty hunter Felidae was prisoner to a bunch of crazy, uncivilized dullards.
Brilliant.
But just because she was at a physical disadvantage didn't mean that she couldn't make use of the keen, razor-sharp power of her mind.
And so the Khajiit remained still, her body seemingly resigned but her head racing to think up a truly spectacular plan. A plan that would somehow involve escaping a squadron of Forsworn soldiers, whilst suffering the slight disadvantage of being both unarmed, unable to see, and trussed up like a dead horker.
Nope, nothing.
Felidae grimaced and forced her eyes open to slits, but this turned out to be a mistake as the intense sunlight caused a white-hot pain to shoot through her skull; a pain so bad that it felt like she'd got a flaming arrow lodged in her temple. She quickly closed them again.
There was no doubt about it; if she was ever going to escape from these guys, she'd need some help.
But why would the others want to help her after everything she'd said to them? She wouldn't be surprised if they were so angry they'd packed up and gone home, leaving the bounty hunter to her fate at the hands of the enemy.
And after the insults she'd thrown at Kohl earlier, if the Forsworn didn't end up killing her, he probably would.
You see? Felidae thought to herself angrily. This is why you never team up with anyone, you dumb fool. You always have to mess it up. Always.
Her head slumped back, letting all the regret wash over her. You work alone, girl. You always have and you always will, because you don't mix well with other people. You do realize this, right? Right? Then why do you keep making the same mistakes? Now look where you are...
Felidae sighed quietly. Although she couldn't help but wonder why she was still alive, at least she wasn't dead.
Problem was, that wasn't always a good thing.