“Run..”

The viking had broken through the wall of the small village, It was late and as everyone was starting to tuck into bed avoiding the falling rain those savages broke through the protection. Their screams filling the air as they raided, murdered and raped all who came in their way, The smell of blood started to ring through the air as those brutes slaughtered with glee. Brona didn't even have time to pack her most valued items, Still in her pale nightdress she ran out the back door of her home and towards the forest, She could see others running as well to seek shelter among the trees.

Her dark hair seemed to cling to her as she felt the rain pour over her, she saw others start to climb trees to get away, other trying to find caves, Brona just ran. Ran as far as her legs could take her till she could only hear her own footsteps and heavy boot tracks right behind her. She could smell the blood of the man behind her as well as his growls as he chased her like pray she was. Finally it seemed God had forsaken her as her foot got hooked on a fallen log sending her forward painfully, a loud snap breaking through the air as her foot shattered like glass. Brona cried out loudly into the mud and leaves she now laid on. Hot tears running down her flushed cheeks as she tried to crawl away. Her glimmer of hope now crushed away in seconds as a large callus hand gripped her long locks yanking her up to meet his eyes. Electric Blue met gentle brown as the mountain of a man held her up examining her like a fresh kill. Brona stared at him in fear as she took in his feature, even with blood painted on his face he was beautiful, Bright eyes like lighting in the sky, long hair braided out the way showing off his handsome face. Even with evil raiding off of him like crashing waves. He smiles widely as he stared down at her, showing off a smile that could dazel angels and cause demons to stir in jealousy at the sin laying behind them.

“Perfect...You are now mine. Understand Saxon?”

His voice held a deep threat as he clumsily spoke english to her, Brona Nodded with more tears rolling down her cheeks. Her only chance of survival now left in her captures hands as he grabs her harshly and throws her over his shoulder like a bag, his hand grabbing only her thigh with a tight grip which made Brona want to scrub her skin till it bled. He began to walk back out of the forest with his prize over his shoulder in victory.

“What is your name Women?”

His words made Brona wince, weakly giving her name. She could feel the brute growl at her name fearing for what reason.

“I am Grim Ivarson… But you shall call me Master”