Trust
@sumxka
She hit the ground, hard. Her sword clattered by her side. And then she felt the first sharp metal pierce her leg’s skin. Suddenly, it was a shower of metal down on her body. Using her good arm to protect her head she tried to curl up to avoid any more harm to her body, but she knew she was bleeding more and she felt the bruises forming over her body.
Though the bruises and small cuts were the least of her worries. As was the problem she had in her more... private area. No, right now she couldn’t worry about either of those things. What she had to worry about was that she was quickly losing consciousness from blood loss thanks to the wound on her shoulder.
The metal on top of her was heavy too, and with her current strength she was- in all respects- trapped. Feeling more pathetic than before (if that was possible) she realized her only hope was that Smoker would find her. Her eyes shut with shame and her cheeks burned. How could she possibly face him now?












