It was dark and the smell was enough to make anyone faint. Yet the blond female, had been in the cell for well over two months. She was 20 from what she had said, but her body looked that of a 16-year-old. That was caused from the lack of food and water. When Guinevere arrived, she had already been there from what she guessed, two weeks. At first, she believed the girl was dead, but the faint whimpers told her otherwise. The girl had yet to tell her, her name, for she didn't speak. Only moments you'd hear her voice, were in screams. Guinevere didn't know why, but the girl prevented the sickly-looking priest from going near her. because of her, she never witnesses, nor suffer what was beyond the red door. She'd still get whipped and torture for her so called sins, but not once did they touch her sexually. She still remembers the second day here. The priest had tossed the girl back into her cell and made a move towards her. The girl was up on her feet, blocking Guinevere from the man. Yelling to take her, but to spare the Woad. It went on like that since then. There were days Guinevere didn't see her. A priest would go in for an hour or so, then the other walked in after. Luckily the hell was about to end for her. Well this one anyways.

YSMAY'S POV:

The skinny balding man pushed himself off me. Not saying a word, he walked out. I laid on the ground, trying not to move. My body was on fire, everything hurt. I had taught myself not to cry in this hell hole, but even now and then a tear slipped out. How did I end up in here you ask? Well my father deemed I should be punished for giving the workers food, said I disobeyed him, therefor I disobeyed god. Mother tried to stop him, begged to spare me, but received a beating in return. I was to die in this place. I never did understand why father despised me. Ever since I could remember, he has hated me. Pulled away from my thoughts, by the door opening, I braced myself. Angus was a brutal man. 'Please lord make this stop'.

NO POV:

Guinevere has never been so happy to see the roman and his knights. She listened as the black knight asked Arthur something. Followed by the sound of a door falling, then a body. She blocked everything out once she was in the arms of her savor.

"Water! Give me water!" Arthur yelled. Gently placing her down on the ground. Guinevere drank some, before the girl came storming into her mind.

Latching onto Arthur's arm, she pulled him down. "Red door." Her voice was merely a whisper.

Arthur frowned. "What?"

"Re-red door." She swallowed the lump stuck in her throat. "Help her please."

"Lancelot!" Arthur called. The dark knight walked closer to them. "Did you check behind a red door?"

"No."

"Go, take Bors."

Lancelot rolled his eyes, but did as ordered. As they came up to the famous door, Lancelot gave jerked his head. Bors responded with kicking the door down. Neither ready to see what was beyond the door. A girl was held up by chains, naked and bloody. A priest (if you can call him that) behind her, a whip in his hands. Hearing the leather connect with her skin, snapped the knights from their daze. Lancelot pushed past Bors and straight for the man, tackling him to the ground, giving him three very effective punches. He then reached for the knife hidden in his boot, with no remorse and pure hatred in his eyes, slit the bastards throat. Too quick of a death in the knight's mind.

YSMAY:

I was trying my best not to scream, as the whips down on me. The searing pain left, was the worst. Felt just as, if not worse, than having someone slash my back with a knife. This was routine with him, he would get off on my pain, then take me, by then nothing was able to stop my screams of pain. By what I believed to be the fifth lash, I was far gone in my pain, that I didn't notice the whips had stopped. Not until I felt unknown hands on me. My inner fighter screamed for me to fight, kicking and thrashing out.

"Calm down!" The voice was deep and seductive, an accent not of this country. Suddenly a blanket was draped over me, making sure everything that need be covered. "I am Lancelot." Looking up at him, I was taken back. He was handsome, his hair was dark and curly, eyes black/brown. He was deafenatly not of this land. "I am going to lift you now." I nodded, biting my lip to stop the whimpers. "You alright." He stated, trying to give me some comfort. As I was carried out, I was blinded by the sudden light. In an effort to give my eyes some relief, I turned and hid into the man's neck. His masculine scent for some reason calmed me. "You okay?" I simply nodded.

To my surprise I was placed on something soft, pulling back and looking around, I noticed I was seated on a fur blanket. Bors, I believed was his name, had placed it there. "Thank you." I winced at the soreness in my throat.

"My pleasure, Mi lady." Giving me a small smile, he walked away.

Lancelot was still holding me, his right leg was placed behind my back, his arm as well. It was then I noticed his missing cape, the same one wrapped around me. I hated to be such a burden to them, this man didn't know me, for all he knew I deserved to be in the hell hole.

"Ysmay?" A sweet voice, I thought I would never hear again spoke.

Looking around, I locked eyes with my mother. "Ma?" She ran towards me, careful with my back and hugged me tight. "Oh ma."

"My sweet, sweet Ysmay." She cried, her entire body shaken against me. I felt bad for Lancelot, since he was now baring the weight of my mother. "I am sorry my angel."

I was quick to stop her. "No! you have nothing to be sorry for mother. You did what you could." Smiling at the kisses she peppered me with, I glanced up at my black knight. He seemed calm, unaffected, but his eyes held shock and anger. "Sir?"

Lancelot shook his head. "My lady." He spoke to my mother. "She needs clothes."

"Of course!" Wiping her eyes, she slowly jumped to her feet. "Follow me please."

I moved to stand, but yelped as I was picked up. Looking up I was met with Lancelot's stoic face. "I can walk."

"Of course you can." Ending with a snort, he kept walking. As for me, he was already getting on my nerves.

It didn't take long to clean and change myself. Mother made sure my wounds were cleaned and bandaged. Luckily these last lashes were not as deep, as the previous ones. Still it was hell as the water cleaned them out. After I was changed into a comfortable dress, one that would allow me to ride, I followed mother out. I placed no jewelry or items, instead they will help along the way to get money, if the occasion was needed. From what I was told, we were fleeing from the farm.