A/N: This is based on an original short story I started a few years ago and never completed. Then I wrote it with Rivetra and… yeah.
At first they keep her blindfolded.
There is not much to see in the back of the wagon but they make sure she does not see any of it anyway. She can feel the hard wood of the cart through the thin scratchy rug spread across the floor; she hears the telltale clink of coins shifting in their sacks and the dull thud of wooden crates thumping against each other with bumps and jolts in the road . The air that blows through the curtain in the back gets a little chillier every day, telling her they are going north, but other than that she is given no clues as to where they are taking her.