"I dont think I need to be carried, as it is I don't like being carried by any one, never have." biting hard on the screams that she knew were coming form all the walking she leaned into him. Never in her life had she felt this humiliated by some one let alone in so much pain.

Before this unlucky trip no one had known her secret, no one would have looked at the young woman that worked in the mail room of a regular office building. there was nothing special about her to anyone. now this man, this quick working man knew her secret.

Reaching a tent she whimpered with pain. she did not want to ask of him anymore then he had done. yet what else was she to do as the loss of blood was starting to leave a trail behind them. binding over she tightened the bindings on her ankles. "there is no way I am going to be able to go on without dripping blood all over the ground." she shivered, shook was setting in.

Part of her knew that if she had stayed in the first tent she would not be starting to go into shock. the wounds never would have reopened, she had seen many a performer do that act and come away with little to no scars. she was not going to be so lucky, if she got to this shelter he offered. "I am going into shock."