Chained

I was breathing heavily. My heart pounded as I ran. It was a bright morning but in the forest it was as dark as a cave. I sloshed through puddles of murky water. My bare feet pressing into the soft pliable ground. I kept glancing over my shoulder in fear. The horrible thoughts kept echoing through my mind They are coming, they are coming. I began to run faster. But the intensity of the speed sent me crashing to the ground. I slowly pushed my self to my knees struggling to stand. The large metal chains encircling my wrists and ankles clashed together as I moved. As I lowered my head to duck from a branch my long hair fell in front of my eyes. I rose my bound hands to thrust it behind my neck. Sliding through the mud I skidded to a stop. I heard a noise echo through the forest. A loud crack and then a rupture of barking. My eyes widened they were on to me. I took off once again. My pounding heart and raspy breath filled my ears. Thud...thud....thud. I could hear the boots smashing through the forest along with the baying of hounds. I plunged into a small creek praying with no avail that it would throw them off of my scent. I could hear them approach they were gaining on me. But then again they were not restrained, not bound, not burdened, they were free. “There she is!” I heard a cry. I kept running for my life. I will not go back, they cannot make me, I would first die. As they closed in I saw them lower there muskets and release there urgent hounds. As soon as released the hounds took off towards me growling and nipping at my heels. Momentarily loosing the frustrated hounds, I looked over my shoulder once again to see how close they had gotten. Twenty perhaps thirty paces off... I muffled a scream as I turned my head. I stumbled quickly backwards, watching the chunk of earth on which I was previously standing crash over the side of a cliff. Now the ends of my bare toes were lined up with the frightening thousand foot fall that lay before me. I stepped back once again turning only to see the hounds begin to encircle me, there masters not far behind. One, mine, skidded to his knee loading a cartridge into his musket. He rose the barrel with his sights directly on me. “Come along Marna,” he said wickedly “give up now and you will not have to die.” I considered my options. Softly I shook my head. “No!” I said “going back with you would be worse then death.” once saying those words I turned, thrust forwards, and threw myself over the rim of the ravine. “You don't own me no more, cause I'm free!”
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