Blood & Bondage

A subtle dripping noise was the first thing that roused her from unconsciousness. She lay on a bed but was unable to move. It took her a moment to realize why. She lay tied to the bed. Terrified, she looked down and felt relief realizing that she was fully clothed; she didn't think anyone had raped her. Turning her head, she realized she was in a windowless room it was cold and dark. The room smelled dank, like a basement. Frantically she tugged at her bonds, hoping to free herself before whoever tied her up realized she was awake. Being raped or killed wasn’t on her evening agenda.
Arguing, in another room caused her to pause. Listening with interest, Devin felt confusion; the conversation didn’t make any sense.
“We eat to live. Why did you bring one here, alive? Karr, we have been safe here because we’re smart. Why would you endanger us so foolishly?”
“She is not for you…any of you. This one is mine. I bring her under my protection.”
“This is not a decision for you to make without consulting us my friend. We’ve been together since the day we went a-Viking, men or demons, we don’t endanger our comrades for blood.”
“This is not about blood, this is about Ewa.”
“Ewa has been dead for centuries my friend. Why do this now when so much is at stake?”
“The girl is Ewa, her exact image. It cannot be coincidence that I have found her, when I have decided to end my life.”
“That again…We’ll not let you do it my friend.”
“She will be one of us with the dawn, accept it brothers. She is mine.”
“What if she is important in this place or has a man, children, you know nothing of this woman. She could be disturbed, would you foster that upon us. We cannot just go about bringing humans to our world with no knowledge of their suitability and survive. Karr, you have been our jarl for a very long time, but gods man, think with your head not your dick!”
The sound of a scuffle made Devin flinch. Arguing erupted in a foreign language. It caused her greater fear, not being able to understand them. Nothing they said sounded good. What kind of cult had gotten their creepy hands on her?
Struggling, her panic made her headless of the noise. Desperation made her reckless. Fear made her unaware until suddenly it was very quiet. She stopped and listened intently. The fighting and arguing had ceased. Had her captors left? Hopefully, she waited. The door bust open and fear replaced her hope.