Instead of body slamming me down into the ground, he scooped me up, crushing me to his chest, something came over my mouth as his hand closed over my face, and then he rolled, taking the brunt of the fall.
My screaming stopped simply because the cloth covering my face was effectively suffocating me.
My arms flailed at first, out of shock more than anything. Black spots starting to dance in my vision quickly brought me around, my fingers sliding over fur, scrabbling for purchase. Catching flesh, my nails dug in and raked.
My legs joined in, kicking about in a last ditch effort to help free me. It was impossible to really thrash about, pinned to his chest the way I was. Soft grunts here and there told me my boots were making contact at least some of the time.
He was going to kill me over potatoes!
Opening my mouth to scream, I ended up with a mouth full of the fur from the furry blanket— the same one I’d pilfered from Cy— I’d been wearing it like a cloak, which just aided him all the more in his endeavor to silence me.
I was going to be murdered with the product of my own misdeeds. The irony.
Biting down, I caught flesh but it was through a doubled layer of furred blanket that still heavily smelled of Cy.
Regardless, I bit down as hard as I could. There was a small measure of satisfaction listening to the beast howl and growl at me to let go. Then his grip tightened, making it impossible to breathe.
Thought left me as I blacked out for a bit.
When I came to I was laying on the ground, Cy’s pelt beneath me, the sides tucked in around me tight. Too tight. Wondering if this was how a sausage felt in its casing, I cracked an eyelid open to spy the beastman with his back to me. Holding the pillowcase open, he appeared to be refilling it with all of the items I presume he stole from other homes, much as he had mine.
Peeping my potatoes, onions, celery, bread, mainly food items, I had to wonder if there was a food shortage in the land of white furballs or if he was prepping to feed future captives or some such weirdness.
Muttering to himself as he worked made it a bit easier to move about, if I was really quiet.
Arms still rolled into the blanket tight like a human taquito, I managed to silently roll to my stomach, then gain my feet.
I made it about ten feet away from him looking like a plump, fuzz covered cheese stick on the move before he even noted my absence.
“Ey! Ey! Where think you go, eh?” he called out.
It was humiliating, listening to the humor lacing his tone, mixing with his obvious annoyance.
It wasn’t like I wanted to deal with him either!
“Away from you, you furry asshole!” I shot back as I started running. It’s much harder running with your arms pinned to your sides than I thought it would be.
“Ey! You- You furdy anzed hole!”
“Jesus- Find someone else to harass, would you?! Leave me alone!” I screeched as he gave chase. “My god,” I huffed and puffed as he quickly gained on me, “you can have the fucking potatoes, okay! They’re yours! I don’t want ‘em anymore! Have at them!”
He caught me. Of course he did. Easily. So much so it was a bit embarrassing.
“What are you, an Olympic leaper where you’re from?” I grumbled as I was caught up, pinned beneath him, and then he lifted up to roll me and glare down at me.
Baring his teeth at me, he grumbled, getting right in my face. “Not Jeed-sus, not gawt. Not furred-kneed ad-sole. Lo denaii. Like you, female! Vurhg warrior!”
“One, I’m human.” That weird calm was washing over me again. It helped me think past the panic. “Two, warriors are honorable, are they not? What’s honorable about attacking a lone female in the woods after you’ve stolen my food, hmm? Kidnapping? Now, that’s a huge crime here, a big one. I hear it’s punishable by death in some places.”
With a chuff, the male climbed off of me, then bent and picked me up to stand me up beside him. When I would have made a run for it, futile as that might be— I was desperate!— the hand closing down around the back of my hoodie peeking made that impossible. How my beanie wig was still on my head, I had no idea but made a note to buy more of this brand because, uh, hell yeah, Yeti ambush proof.
When he began to drag me along with him, literally leaving me to trip and drag feet behind him if I couldn’t keep upwith him, marching us right over to his now refilled pillowcase bag, full of stolen goodies, I tried to dig my feet in.
“Hey! What’s the big idea?!” I caterwauled.
With a scowl aimed my way, the look he gave me dared me to get loud, see what happens.
I did, and ended up with a potato stuffed in my mouth, stuck as he forced me to bite into it or he was just going to keep shoving it into my screeching maw.
