Apparently, I could ignore it.
Somehow, I had managed to fall asleep only to have the side of the cage my head was resting against open and someone to grab me by the hair.
"Let's see how useful you are," growled the voice on top of me.
My hands shot up to grab his wrist, my nails digging into this flesh, trying to relieve the pressure on my skull as hair was pulled out of my head in chunks.
Ignoring my attempts, the massive man dragged me across the ground, not caring about the rock and sticks digging into my back and legs as my feet frantically kicked, trying to get some traction.
We didn't seem to have gone too far, but I remember the sound of the gate opening and closing.
Trying to calm my racing heart, I looked around, looking for something I could use as a weapon. But the darkness was absolute, and I couldn't see the guy dragging me, let alone find a way to escape.
