it happened so fast, you were herding your sheep along the valleys beyond your small village, when all of a sudden someone ran to you and grabbed you. The person was a tall intimidating man, his shoulder length black hair rough and wild.

too in shock to move all you could see was your sheep running off in different directions as he picked you up and ran, his muscular arms diving painfully into your skin

“Don’t fight me, and you don’t get hurt, Très bien?”