The past few days, memories of my 'present life' slowly integrated with me and I found it easier to identify things that used to be foreign by my 1600s standards.
This scene I am in now was like some movie Becky and I watched way back then. An enemy would snatch away women and somehow a good guy shows up to save the day as expected.
However, this is not the movie we saw. This was reality of the world and it is not always that there was someone to save the damsel in distress.
"Ahh!!" I screamed as the pain of my brunette hair strands felt like a burst of millions of bites on my scalp.
"Don't even try to run away from me, baby!" he bellowed into my face and I could smell the repulsive scent of alcohol in his breath. It was so foul that if I could, I would have puked by now.
