Being a captive.

Anastasia's POV.

Fear gripped me to the core as I held my dress tightly absentmindedly. My teeth clattered and my eyes widened so I could take in my assailant's full figure. But even with that, the moon’s weak rays weren't enough to show me who they were clearly, all I could see were dark figures sittingin atop equally dark and burly horses.

For several moments, they all just sat there, saying nothing. I only had to deal with frequent grunts of their menacing horses and the grave glare from the men mounting them.

Moon Goddess…please help me, save me from whoever these are. I was so tired of being scared all the time, Moon Goddess please…

After several other moments of no movement from my assailants, I began to involuntarily relax a bit. But what is in their minds? Will they kill me? Or are they kidnappers who kidnap people and sell them as slaves or maids? Oh Goddess, I hope not. But even that would be better off than my first assumption.

Suddenly, one of the men unmounted his horse