Powerful women Stories

I bumped and rolled in the sack as I was dragged along the forest for what felt like hours. It had been long enough that I stopped wondering about who kidnapped me and why, but I could only ponder over my own ailments. The cuts, bruises, and broken bones I sustained in the capture and the travel since. It was only weeks prior that I had set out on my adventure, leaving my village and family behind. Being eighteen now, I h...