And then, they parted ways...
"Let me go," Shyva screamed, fighting off many and being punished by it. She was struck in the face and pushed to keep walking while bound by her hands and her neck with thick ropes. She bled from her lips and staggered with half-closed eyes. Her captors chanted in their tongues and mocked her while they pulled her ropes, sending her knees digging into the stony ground.
Shyva cried in pain as she resisted them, but they were mighty in numbers and strength. A score of them were behind her, cackling and grunting. "Let me go," she rose valiantly. What do you want from me? Let me go." She marshalled her strength to keep moving.
