Vannessa tried to move her body again, and again she were unsuccessful. It weren't like she were bound, oh no, she were a prisoner of her own body at the moment. How had it come to this? She had a pretty good idea. The guy at the tavern after one of the battles with that religious group, Cleara something or another. The guy seemed charming enough, but he were a devil in the skin of a human. Somewhere along the line he slipped a drug in her drink. By the time realized what were going on, she slumped onto the guy's shoulder, unable to move.
She was surprised when the guy didn't drag her off somewhere and rape her, that's usually what those paralysis drugs were used for. But then again the was a massive group of religious soldiers wandering the town at all times so adversely it didn't seem to odd. He took her from the town by cover of nightfall and trader's wagon. Once outside of the city he drugged her regularly.
After that, Vann lost track of all sense of time, they could have been traveling for two days or two weeks, she noticed the change of scenery, going from a forest one time then a desert the next, then finally stopping in a jungle. Vannessa knew where she was, Kishahn Jungle, much farther south then she had originally been.
The man came around to check on Vanessa, finding her very much awake but still unable to move. He just smiled wickedly. "I would like to congratulate you, You just became the gift to a god king." He tossed a bag of coins in the air and caught it.
'Jokes on you' The demigod thought, 'about half that bag is just chips of metal by the sound of it.'
Vannessa was not worried in the slightest as another man came and slung her over his shoulder, for she felt that once the drugs wore off. She could escape at any time.
