Chapter Eleven
The bastards just dumped me on the ground, without any consideration for my health or comfort. I felt rough hands pulling and twisting me so that the sack opening was uppermost, and then I felt a tool of some sort probably a knife, sawing at the tightly knotted rope holding my sack shut. They did not cut all the way through apparently, because one of them patted me on the head through the coarse material and with his grunting voice told me that I could get myself free and then I heard feet vanishing.
It took me an age to snap the part cut threads, an age where the temperature inside of the sack constantly climbed, but eventually I broke the cords and the sack collapsed around me. Sunlight blinded me as I tried to look around, I felt tears form and roll down my cheeks. Than
