“You’re nothing,” the woman said with a sneer. “Less than nothing. You’re a dog! A wild animal!”
He looked around. There was no escape; the windows were barred, she stood between him and the door and there was nothing behind him but a solid brick wall. Beyond the door, he could hear the footsteps of perhaps a dozen more, armoured as heavily as she was, no doubt.
“So what if I am,” he said. “Do you know what happens when you corner a wild animal?”
Her eyes narrowed. She was expecting some kind of trick.
He tightened his grip on his sword and tensed his muscles, ready to spring.
© Kari Fay
(Author’s Note: Tiny mini vignette this week!)