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by: Jewel 
It was getting darker, if she continued now, she would not reach the top until well into the dark black of night. She giggled madly as she thought to herself, how safe she actually felt on this little ledge. Fear had left her for a while. She stuffed the backpack under her head and laid down, trying to decide if she should wait till morning she drifted off to sleep, curled up in a ball, no dreams came to her, just the empty sleep of exhaustion. She woke up with a jolt then watched her pack drop silently, falling, falling, falling and then listened to the faint thud as it hit the rocks far below. The woman just stared over the edge of the ledge. No thinking. Just looking. Her clothing was torn and dirty, her hair a mess and in disarray, her lips hurt from the cracking of sun, salt, and her unquenched thirst. Her fingers raw from the days before climb. She just looked at her pack so tiny. If she hadn't seen it fall, she probably wouldn't be able to see it at all. Her tummy rumbled in the anger of hunger. Then she laughed out loud till her eyes teared. The sunrise was spectacular and she marveled in all the colors that jumped to life in the sky. The ocean was like a bed of diamonds reflecting, no, no - waving, good morning back at the sun. She looked up with a smile to the top of the cliff, she thanked the gods for good weather and reached for the first hand hold above her head. Yeah, I can do that. She started to laugh as her hand felt the tuft of grass that hung over the top of the cliff. Grasping for a firm hold, she boosted herself up enough to get the other hand upon the grass.. one last lift.. almost there. She let out a single grunt right when she saw the large hand grab her own and pull her onto the plain. Before she knew what was happening, the hand grabbed her by the hair and lifted her face up to his. The snarling face and large dark eyes of the beastly man grinned evilly at her with his large canine teeth.. he then tossed her back to the ground and kicked her hard in the stomach. Shocked and in pain she curled up upon the ground. There were many voices speaking a language she did not know Another of the beast-men rolled her over by kicking her with his large boot. He knelt down and looked at her teeth then felt the thickness of her arm getting back up he kicked dirt upon her. With the last burst of energy she had, she scrambled to her feet and made a short dash away, only to be tackled and punched hard by half a dozen of the men. They laughed and pushed her around, spitting and cackling, yelling to each other, yelling at her.. she didn't know what they were saying, but they were certainly enjoying themselves she was "sport". The big man that had lifted her up over the Cliffside sat watching the others, sneering, grinning. He then yelled out an order, and two of them were dragging her off to the side of the make shift camp bounding her wrists and feet. She yelled at them, demanding to be set free, but the two men slapped her with the back of their hand and yelled back something in their harsh gurbly language. Wriggling desperately, screaming in protest, she heard a sound, like the thump of a cantelope dropped to the ground, and as the purple haze filled her eyes, she realized the big one was over her, yelling, his large boot, it was his boot, oh my head hurtzzz.
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