The Spanking Ransom
Copyright May 2012, Sofia Bane
I hadn’t known when I went out hunting that morning that I myself was being hunted.
I had my bow on me and was waiting just outside of a clearing for a doe when a strong hand was clasped over my mouth. I tried to shout, tried to throw my elbows into the assailant’s face, tried to get my bow around, but then another strong hand came down on my windpipe and my vision went black.
When I came to, it was to the horrible jostling of a horse-drawn wagon along a forest path. My bow was gone, my head ached, and my hands were tied in front of me with a length of rope. I couldn’t see the driver but raised my voice: “Pray let me go. I am Isaac, son of Margaret – ”
“I know who you are,” my driver cut me off curtly. “And I know who your mother is.”