Harder this time she was tugged, enough to throw her off her feet. She was sent hurtling off to the side, she landed hard, and let loose a scream, drawing the attention of Vol and his men.
"Help me!" She shrieked. Her husband ran after her, grabbing the first thing he could – her leg. Even if it caused her dress to ride up, he had no other options. There was no room for modesty, not when life was on the line.
But the tug came again, and she was flung forward, her husband with her, as though he weighed nothing at all. His resistances amounted to nothing, and, bit by bit, she was dragged towards the door, along with two other screaming people. One an old man, hardly capable of shouting his resistance, and another a burly baker, tearing at the cobblestones with his fingernails, violently enough that he bloodied himself in desperate escape.
