I let out a loud defeated whinny. Some of the other horses must have felt my pain because one of them let out a shakey whine and lowered his head. I laid my head down on the ground and closed my eyes. I don't even want to know what my punishment will be for this. The man that got off his horse was now sitting on my neck. Like that would stop me from getting up. He tied a rope around my neck and connected it to a rope that was tied around my jaw and nose. He took the end of the rope and tied it around the chain that was around my neck. This was causing my head to stay low and at my chest. He then tied ropes around my legs cause me to not be able to take a full stride. Once he was done, three men can up to me and tied a long rope to the chain and then got back on their horses. Once they mounted they secured the ropes to their saddles making sure I couldn't break away from them again.
We headed back to the campsite slowly. I was guarded the whole time. Three men in front, Two on each side, and Four behind me. I guess they don't take escapes lightly. When we arrived I could see the anger in his face. I'm starting to think that is his normal look. "Shift!" Rollings commanded. I slowly shifted back into my human form. Before I could ask for clothes, Rollings punches me. My mouth automatically starts bleeding. I wipe the blood off and looked at him, "Touche..." And then another blow to the face hits me. I'm knocked to the ground and before I can steady myself I feel a sharp pain in my rib cage. I was kicked seven times before he stopped.
"Nine lashings for the nine minutes you were trying to escape." Rollings spat at me before I was forced to sit on my knees. He stood on my hands to keep me from moving and then I heard it. The all to similar sound of the whip whistling through the air before making contact with my back. I winced in pain but I wasn't going to give in. Yeah, I've been whipped before but I was shifted, my other side can take those whips like a champ because of the thick skin, But for my human form this hurt like a b***h. By the fourth hit, I was arching my back in pain. I could feel a warm liquid, I assume is my own blood, running down my back. I could feel the hot tears streaming down my face. It was like they waited until I was over the last hit before they'd hit me again. By the ninth strike on my back, I felt myself going unconscious. Before I started to blackout, water was thrown in my face.
I was picked up and carried off. I couldn't tell where I was going. I felt too weak to look around. I was laid down on my right side by the fire. I loved how warm it felt against my bare skin. Suddenly I felt my skin burning on my left hip. Before I could move away from what was burning my side I felt myself slip into darkness.