She eventually crawled far enough away from him, but the cage was small, and although she had escaped through a loose bar- the men had saw to it and fixed it-
not that she could do much, bound as she was. She slumped forward, trying to figure out what next to do. What were the odds she could break out of the cage twice?
And then the other man spoke- angry and gruff.
She felt a pain of guilt and grimaced. It was her fault he was here.
Granted, it was nice she wasn't alone- she had been so frightened to be held captive but...
this poor man hadn't any clothing and his body, now that she could get a better look at it, looked worse for wear. Someone had wanted this poor man dead.
Now she was helping him off to another fate- perhaps just as bad as whomever plagued his life.
"I'm sorry," she said after a time, her voice hard, gruff- but she was serious. "This bad luck of mine was not a good one to share."
And at his questions, she lowered her gaze in thought, then looked at him, shaking his head.
"They are likely slavers- aiming to sell us to other men. For work.. or play."