Too much time has passed with the elf in front of her not showing any sign of slowing. For so long they had been walking at this pace, only stopping for water here and there. Awful torturous moments where Rasmus refused to unbind her hands.
She was already hot and had to withstand him pouring the cold water into her mouth. Some of which ran down her chin and dripped onto her chest. They both had to completely ignore that it even happened to avoid any sort of unwanted situation.
Finally as the sun begins to make the sky change colors as it sets, Mystara feels the weariness of her travels upon her.
“We have to stop. I can not go on like this any longer.” She nearly whimpers.
“We are not stopping yet. Do you suggest I carry you over my shoulder? I don’t suppose you’ll like that very m
