I've never tried a Robin Hood story before but I reckoned there were not nearly enough Will/Djaq stories in the archive, so here's my try.
Gisbourne stalked into the dungeons a malicious sneer gracing his face. Ignoring the jittery jailer completely he strode over to the middle cell where a young saracen woman sat perfectly composed.
"So your Hood's Saracen?" Djaq said nothing, her lips staying in a firm line and eyes staring straight ahead "A woman with a gang of men, you keep their beds warm then don't you, I see no other use for women" Djaq knew he was trying to get a response and stayed silent.
He motioned to the jailor to unlock the door and he walked in./
"Your a quiet one and unless you give me information we will be hearing you scream" he lowered his voice to a dangerous growl "Where is hood's camp?" Djaqs mask still refused to slip.
Gisbourne bent down to Djaq's eye level and in a sudden flash of movement he had slapped her across the face knocking her to the ground but Djaq refused to make a noise. Not willing to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much pain he had caused her.
"If thats the way you want to play it...JAILOR!"
"Yes, sir Guy?" "Prepare the torture instruments, I want information"
"Yes Sir Guy" as he strode out Djaq let a flash of terror dance across her face before returning to complete composure.
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