hmm, it's a start
The sensation of skin against skin is so many things. Anger, pain, celebration, love, friendship, neutrality. Erotic. I can't even begin to guess which one of those the stroking of my cheek was supposed to be, but gods it burned. It felt like I was a sliver of ice dropped into molten fire. I screamed like a little girl.
By the time I was conscious enough to realize any of this, I was sitting up and four people were fighting me for control of my arms and upper body, pushing me back toward the ground, and I was still screaming. There was a sudden lurch and I was on the ground, my legs tangled in some unseen foe and my hands and chest being very intimate with shards of broken pots and various liquids.
Rough hands grabbed my arms, yanking me to a somewhat upright position while a blurry figure touched cold steel to my throat, sliding the flat of the blade along my jawbone until my face was titled toward the hole I assumed his face resided in.
"A rowdy little curr, this'ne. If you wasn't sick, I'd show you what happ'ns to bad dogs 'round 'ere."
I tried saying something insulting but all that came out was a pathetic croak so I settled for the best glare I could force onto my partially numb face. The man with the knife chuckled and before I had the good sense to hold my breath, something pungent was waved in front of my face and I faded into oblivion.
By the time I was conscious enough to realize any of this, I was sitting up and four people were fighting me for control of my arms and upper body, pushing me back toward the ground, and I was still screaming. There was a sudden lurch and I was on the ground, my legs tangled in some unseen foe and my hands and chest being very intimate with shards of broken pots and various liquids.
Rough hands grabbed my arms, yanking me to a somewhat upright position while a blurry figure touched cold steel to my throat, sliding the flat of the blade along my jawbone until my face was titled toward the hole I assumed his face resided in.
"A rowdy little curr, this'ne. If you wasn't sick, I'd show you what happ'ns to bad dogs 'round 'ere."
I tried saying something insulting but all that came out was a pathetic croak so I settled for the best glare I could force onto my partially numb face. The man with the knife chuckled and before I had the good sense to hold my breath, something pungent was waved in front of my face and I faded into oblivion.