The two men carried me effortlessly toward the door, my feet kicking uselessly in the air. One of them grunted when I managed to elbow his ribs.
"Relax, princesa," he muttered, tightening his grip. "You're only making this harder on yourself."
"Oh, I'm so sorry," I snapped, writhing harder. "Let me make this easier for you—should I tie myself up next time?"
He chuckled. "That would save us some effort."
The other man sighed, adjusting his hold. "She's feisty for someone who's about to get tossed like an old rag."
I turned my head just enough to glare at him. "I hope the next time you stub your toe, it hurts for weeks."
"Charming," he said dryly.
The sunlight burned my eyes as they dragged me outside, but it was nothing compared to the cold terror sinking into my bones.
My feet scraped against the dry earth, my dress catching on stray twigs and stones as the men hauled me forward like a sack of grain.
