"You will know soon why you are here little girl." The man winked his eyes. "All I could say is the boss has taken interest in you, or else you will have died in that forest. Maybe he is just waiting for the fruit to be ready to ripe."
Senja didn't like the way he talked to her, no, she didn't like all of them.
Ignoring his innuendo, Senja wrapped the brown cloak, which the leader of the bandit had given to her, around her body tightly as she hugged her legs in defensive gesture, didn't want to continue the conversation.
"Even if you hide yourself under the cloak, he will find a way to get to you." The man slurred and laughed drunkenly before he walked away and finally left Senja alone.
Senja gulped down and fought back her tears. At this time, she hoped she was death in that forest in the first attempt to kill her.
