He looked out the back of the truck, chewing his cheek, the road pulled out from beneath him. He'd been pulled from the war front territory by the small group of men and arrested quickly....
He looked at his hands, wrapped in his bandages, metal cuffs making his wrists ache. His people were a small island territory that many had come to try to command but few had bore down so hard like this.
He was stolen.... Hanging his head he blinked down hard to hold back his anxious tears. They'd arrested him and put him onto a boat to the mainland and he had been sick the entire trip, leaning against the edge of the speedboat.
"Where are we going?" He finally murmured looking to one of the soldiers sitting with him in the truck.
"Shut up." Was all he recieved in return. He grit his teeth and set in to wait, afraid of where he'd end up....
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