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~ Amazonia Justice ~

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Amazon(dom) ^ Slave ~Amazon Justice~ One day she finds a runaway slave. Capturing him she plans on taking him to the nearest village and turning him in. At some point he realizes that he is better off with her than being left with this tribe. Normally she did not keep slaves, traveling most of the time she feels no need to own one, so he must convince her he is worth the trouble.~

Desiree held her ribs, trying to minimize the pain. Other things hurt too. Though she was most concerned with her ribs. The thing that kept her moving was that she was not sure if she would last another fight like she had that morning. That thought made her sick to her stomach and was painful to admit to. The cause of her injuries walked a couple steps in front of her. If she had a little more strength left she might have lashed out in anger at the source of her situation.
It was unusual for the man to walk before an amazon, but she didn’t trust him at her back. She had learned her lesson the first time she had been blindsided. Watching him limp had been satisfy at first. That was before all of her own pain made itself known. His hands had been tied in a awkward position behind his head. By now they should be fairly or completely numb with minimum blood circulation. When or if he tripped, it involved either helping him back to his feet or taking the extra time to let him struggle back up by himself.
It was her thought he was a run away slave. Maybe newly captured in battle and not broken yet. He didn’t answer her when she asked the first time and she hadn’t bothered to ask a second time. She was still racking her brain what it was so important for her to take this one runaway to a village. The last thing she really wanted was a slave of her own. Logic told her she should have slit his throat and been done with it. Yet she hadn’t done that yet. Each time she thought her own pain had finally got bad enough that logic should be right, her knife still hesitated at his throat.