A slave. A thrall. A prisoner. Those are the words that kept ringing in your head as the boat rocked for the fifth day….or maybe sixth? It’s been a blur. Having been kept below deck, and chained with other prisoners everything blurred together. This was your life now….you had nothing to return to….they killed everyone in your village and burned everything….you now belonged to them. Such a crude way of thinking….your people where more advanced and yet you got belittled to the very people you disregarded. A heavy creak of the door indicates one of the Vikings coming to check on all of you. You’ve realised that one of them has taken a particular interest in you though, you weren’t blind to his lingering stares after all. You just prayed he wouldn’t act upon whatever twisted desires he had.