Her voice echoed around the forest, her words twice loud and laced with very vulgar cusses. But her cries of protest were met with stern faces and unyielding grips from the men as they dragged her to the clearing.
As she emerges from the castle, she is met with a chorus of jeers, taunts and insults from the crowd. The shame and surprise are etched on her face as she begins the slow and painful walk through the bushy path, her feet bare and bleeding from having to step on many rough stones.
She could tell the situation was different, far different from all the other times she had been crowded since entering the palace, for one, they were quite larger than the normal.
The crowd of wolves were unforgiving and it took a much more sinister turn when someone forced himself out of the crowd and spat directly on her face.