C44 The Siege

I curled into a ball as they beat me.

I had only just leaned about the unborn child within me, and still I coward to protect it, boots raining down on me, cracking into my back, my skull, my face. I had begun to bleed from a kick to my nose when one of the guards leaned down to inspect me.

“Think her blood tastes as good as they say?” he asked.

“Probably not with that wolf-cub mucking it up