Slave Saviour

She looked at Thor and collapsed onto her knees holding the ripped shirt, she did not know what to do any more. Hanging her head she knew something very bad was going to happen "My father will kill him, and I wont allow my father to kill someone else" Standing up she began to pack a small bag and brought the money she had. Grabbing her fathers gun on the wall she made sure it was loaded. "I am going to get him, Kona means everything to me and I wont let anyone hurt him" She said softly.
 
"And I will help you," Thor nodded boldly, taking her to the lower cells where disobedient slaves were kept to starve or be beaten into submission. There was Kona, on his knees and tied between two stakes with stiff cord. He'd been whipped til his back was laid open, and he hung limp.
 
She smiled at Thor and knew he had to get him out to otherwise her father would kill her, that she knew easily. But when she saw him, she felt so sick to her stomach. "Kona..." Running up to him she knelt down placing her hand on his muzzle. "I'm sorry Kona, this is all my fault I am not worth so much pain" Looking at him seeing the wounds.
 
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