(This is a piece I was writing about something that might happen to my GURPS character, Taylor Oleander, as discussed by myself and my GM. It is currently still unfinished, and not particularly accurate for the game portrayal of her, but I was taking artistic liberties.)
This piece is 211 words long, and was part of my 1185 weekly word count.
The chattering of the crowd gathering in front of the pedestal grew in volume as a disheveled young woman in a thin layer of underclothes was led slowly up the stone steps by two men. Each man held onto her with a hand on her back and one on each of her arms, holding her up as her head bowed deeply forward. Her feet dragged lazily behind the rest of her body, resulting in her heels being kicked by her escorts periodically. The sound of the crowd rang louder through the small square, the sheer volume of their jeering causing the sound to bounce off buildings and hit the woman’s ears forcefully. “You know,” she said in a hoarse whisper, looking at the man to her right. “You really must be a terrible performer. They’re booing, after all.” She said with a smile that was controlled, but exhausted. She felt just a tad of pride at the very slight twitch in the man’s lips.
At the top of the platform, the hands on her back moved to rest on each of her shoulders, attempting to push her down. She resisted, smirking with a nugget of triumph before she felt a blow to the back of her knees that forced her down.
