The walk was horrible.
Every single one of his men rode on their horses.
No one was walking like I was.
It was embarrassing as I trailed off in my white dress, which still showed seams of it being ripped after he had taken my virginity.
I felt my head spin.
I couldn't tell how long I had been walking for, but the only thing that remained in my head was that I couldn't faint.
If I did, I would bring shame upon my father.
I shook as I was scared of him, even though he was now miles away.
My inner thighs burned, and it felt like something was dripping down my leg with every step I took.
The men chatted; no one looked at me like I was even a human being.
I was insignificant, irrelevant, and their enemy.
They all hated me, and no one wanted anything to do with me.
Then the ride came to a halt.
The horses all abruptly stopped.
I had to stop in my tracks too.
