"The fuck are you doing?" The dagger flew to the other side of the tent, and someone pulled the drunkard off of her, "Didn't the leader tell you not to touch what doesn't belong to you?"
Zubie's eyes were blurry with tears, the man who came to her aid crouched looking at the damage, "he is going to have your head for you've done it again." the drunkard scoffed, "Who says she belongs to him?"
"I'm telling the leader what you did, he'll be the one to decide what to do to you." he disgusted, said, "and pull up your trousers if you don't want chopped balls."
Murmuring nonsense, the drunkard left the tent, and the man left soon after.
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Zubie fell unconscious in the fetal position, having no strength whatsoever to sit up. She was tired and just wanted to disappear from the face of the planet altogether.
"Hey, you awake?"
