'Millicent' He called to her, closer than she was anticipating, she jumped slightly to hear his voice so loud, 'How is my butler?' 'He's entertaining himself, I think' 'How?' Reaver asked confused, 'Well, I read him one of your novels' She shrugged, Reaver arched his eyebrow in suprise. 'From my library?' 'Yes master' 'And who said you could go in there?' He asked her, she turned around to face him, bodies closer than was acceptable between master and servent, and she replied 'No one said I couldn't' A ripple ran down Reavers spine, how exciting she was when she had her rebellious head on. 'I don't like your chef' She blurted our suddenly, 'Why might that be my lamb?' 'Shes an aweful woman, she takes joy in killing animals' Milly turned a sickly shade as she remebered the look on her face as she sat pulling the feathers out of the dead bird.

Reavers eyes were dancing, such innocence he longed to corrupt, she was a conquest. 'What would you have me do?' Reaver purred, 'I don't know' She mumbled glancing at the fire arm at his hip, blushing again, Reaver remebered when he had barged into the tailors room and saw her in her underwear, he was finding it hard to control himself around her. Any other staff he wouldn't think twice about bedding them, and neither would they. Millicent was different, she was his servent in every sense of the word and would probably jump of a cliff if he commanded it, but he didn't want to command her. He kissed her again, Milly struggled only breifly before she felt her body relaxing, her brain was screaming at the danger but her heart was singing. Reavers lips curved into a wicked smile, he was breaking her, and she was letting him. When they heard footsteps she moved away from him, death chef scowled at her and placed Reavers meal on the table.

'Would you like a glass of wine master?' She asked, 'You read my mind, mon cher' 'I hope not' She mumbled sarcasticly as she left the room for the dreaded cellar, once she returned Reaver was finished his meal and was standing up from his chair, 'Bring it to my room' She nodded and followed behind him, 'Is there anything else you wish for master?' 'I need you to travel into town, to the brothel in Bowerstone Industrial and tell the proprieter to send over two of her girls' 'Of course master' Reaver went in his pocket and pulled out a pouch of money, 'This should be enough' He hoyed the parcel in her direction and with cat like ability she held out her hand and caught it, 'I'll be back soon' She left the room and skipped downstairs to the carriage, 'Reaver has asked me to go to the brothel in Bowerstone Industrial' 'No problem love, get in' She got in his carriage, it was strange being in here again without him, Milly was filled with a sense of lonliness and they travelled the rickety roads back to industrial.

'Here we are love' The driver called, 'Wait here, I won't be long' She entered the Bowerstone Bordello, a foreign place to her, yet she wasn't intimidated in the slightest, not while she bore the large insignia for Reaver on her chest, no one would touch her. She knocked on the office door where all the money talk was held and entered, a plump woman in her late 40's sat at the desk wearing a hideous pink. 'Ahh come in come in, what can I do for you pretty girl?' 'Reaver sent me-' 'Reaver? Urgh that man! the only reason I tolerate him is because of his generous coin, what does he want this time?' She asked putting her quill down and giving Milly her full attention, 'He asked me to retrieve two girls-' 'Two? No, absolutely not, do you know how many girls have returned to me with several more holes than they left with?' 'Reaver has requested two to be sent to his manor' Milly repeated, 'He can have one, and you can be the other' She waved her hand, several of the whores around her giggled.

Millicent was angry, this woman was vulgar, and what Reaver commanded of her, she did. Millicent squared her shoulders and walked up the the desk, 'Stop interupting me, Reaver has commanded two, and he shall get two, or you might find yourself with more holes in you' Milly spoke in a low, dangerous voice and she prodded the woman in the chest. Her eyes glowing, the vulgar woman cleared her throat and Milly turned into an upright position, 'Do as she says, Amber, Sophia' her voice was shakey and lacking in the confidence she had before, 'Here, its more than you deserve' Milly let the coin purse drop onto the wooden table, the two whores, now looking rather sheepish followed her out and into the carriage. Millicent was silent but the other two girls chattered amongst themselves, 'No one has ever spoken to Mistress Pomfry like that before' One of them chided, 'What Reaver wants, he gets' Millicent replied to her.

She was glad to be out of the carriage, the smell of their cheap 'odour 'le scanque' was starting to burn her nostrils, before leading the whores to his bedroom she made a stop off at the cellar and got two more bottles of wine, he would only request it later. 'This way' Milly lead them through his wonderous home and to his door, she knocked and then entered, 'Ahh Millicent my dear girl, come in come in, I see you were succesful! I am shocked, Mistress Pomfry sent both of you?' He questioned them, 'You have an extremely loyal-' 'And vicious servent!' The girls giggled, Milly narrowed her eyes and she decanted the wine over by his desk. 'Vicious ey?' Reaver smirked at Milly who placed the tray down on his bedside, 'She threatened her, and Mistress was scared, I could tell' Amber fed Reaver the story, hoping to get Millicent in trouble. 'Hmmm my dear Milly, one could not wish for a dearer girl!' Reaver complimented, Millicent shot a sarcastic smile to the prostitute sprawled out on the bed, as she was walking out she turned back around and said 'I did promise Mistress Fat Slut that you wouldn't shoot either of them, but, mistakes happen' Reaver roared into a fit of laughter and the two girls hissed at Milly who closed the door with a dark smirk on her face.
She decided to explore his house a bit and then to check on Barry afterwards and maybe do a spot of cleaning. Several of the doors she came across were locked, probably for her own benefit, Avo knows what she might find. Barry was asleep when she went to check on him, his fever seemingly gone yet he still was wrapped in his sheets in a sweaty heap, smiling she took the book from his bedside and put it back on the shelf, then she got the feather duster out and began to dust the books all down. Even from the library down stairs she could hear the girls giggling, she scowled slightly, she hoped he would shoot them. It was seven o'clock in the evening when the bitches emerged from Reavers room, no words were spoken as the females passed eachother on the stairs, Milly had her nose in the air ignoring them. 'Millicent, be a lamb and clean my room will you? I'm affraid we made quite a mess' Reaver chuckled. Millicent ignored him and with and expressionless face set about tidying the moistened room.

When she was nearly finished Reaver re-entered, everything was sparkling, she was just finishing his bed. 'Milly, what on earth is the matter?' He asked her, 'Nothing' She replied, not in her usual tone. Reaver changed into his pyjamas infront of her but she was not phased, this made him slightly angry, he wanted to see that sensual blush upon her face, but it never came. She picked up the dirty sheets off the floor and began to make her way towards the door, but Reaver stood in her way, he went to kiss her but she saw what was coming and dodged him, 'I don't want to taste their lips upon yours' they shared a look before she left him standing in the doorway, he frowned at her as she plodded down the stairs, 'Women' He moaned and shut his door, quite exhausted from the evenings shenanigans.

Millicent washed Reavers sheets, but by the time she came to hang them on the line to dry it was pitch black, it must have been about 11 at night. She felt absolutely drained and so left them in a wet heap near the back door, she would do it in the morning. She walked like a zombie back to her room and barely undressed herself before slumping onto her bed into a deep sleep. Milly was rudely awakened to some one slapping her face gently, with wild eyes she sat up, like the night before she was shaking and the fire wouldn't leave her. 'Milly!' Some one was calling her, she saw Barry, putting a candle on her bedside and grasping her shoulders. 'What on earth is going on?' He asked, 'It's just, a nightmare, Barry' She answered him between breaths. 'Just a nightmare? you were screaming bloody murder!' 'I am sorry, did I wake you?' She asked 'Well, yeah but I don't mind, I've been in bed all day' He smiled at her.

'What time is it?' She asked him, 'Its about, well sunrise' He shrugged glancing out the small window, 'I'll get up' Milly mumbled, swinigng her legs over the bed. 'Why don't you try and sleep more? I'm better now so I will be able to tend to Master Reaver' 'I won't be able to sleep, it's okay, I have things to do anyway'. Barry gave her an apologetic smile before leaving, she dressed in her uniform but platted her hair today, it hung elegantly over her left shoulder. She immediately went and hung Reavers washing on the line, next was his breakfast, she made him his tea and brought him some toast. She glanced in the hearth on her way out and nearly screamed again as the nightmare entered her head. Feeling rather shaken as she entered Reavers room she wanted to get away as soon as possible, she didn't want him to see her like this. Barry was dressing him today, he did a better job than she did. 'Morning master' Milly mumbled, clunking the tray down. 'Barry tells me you were having a bad dream again last night' Reavers voice slid over to he ears.

She paused for a moment, 'Yes master' She carried on, moving to the left and opening his curtains and then walking back and opening the others. 'Have you had them before?' 'I never usually dream master, the only dreams I have ever had are of silly things when I was a child and since i came here...the nightmares' Milly explained. She fluffed up his pillows and made the rest of his bed, 'Barry, be a good lad and go and clear up the wine cellar would you?' Barry nodded and left the room, stealing a glance at Millicent as he left. 'Is there anything you wish of me Master?' Milly asked him, her doe eyes more doe than ever. Reaver walked towards her and gently brought his hand to cup her cheek. 'Was your dream the same as last night?' he asked her, 'Yes, well, yes and no, the same thing happened, but I was in a different part of the village this time. I appeared to be stood in the centre of it, where a great oak tree stood' She averted her gaze away from his, 'Millicent, was your mother, a seer?' He asked her, a slight frown in his perfect brow.

'Not that I know, my brother said she died in childbirth, but that can't be true because I can remember some one being there when I was a child, my father was never around, so it was my brother who raised me, I've never even thought to ask him any questions, I havn't seen him in eleven years, he probably doesn't even remember me' She mumbled. 'Perhaps, soon, we should pay a visit to dear Bloodstone' Reaver smiled at her, yet a haunted whisper was in his eyes. 'What buisness do you have there?' She asked him confused, his factories were in Bowerstone. 'Hmmm perhaps I shall tell you later, it is somewhat of a personal nature...' Reaver hummed, he was still stroking her soft cheek, he noticed that she was leaning slightly towards him as he did, she looked tired and in need to wearing out...He leaned in and kissed her, she fell into him, Milly's body pressing against his. Her brain screaming at her again but she pushed it to the back of her mind and allowed herself to be poisoned by him.

He nibbled her bottom lip, Milicent moaned and let him him, their tongues dancing and fighting with eacother, her hands found themselves in his hair and he pulled her closer to him, this was it, he thought. Reaver was finally going to get to bed dear Milly, his cock throbbed in his trousers, he pushed her towards the bed and they fell on it in a ravenous heap. A gunshot broke their intimate posture, Reaver growled and tore himself away form Milly, she smiled lightly and followed him out of the door, they got to the balcony. Several men in rags were assembled in the entrance hall, 'Well well, what do we have here?' Reaver called, 'We've come to get you Reaver!' 'You've reigned terror upon the folk of Industrial for far too long!' They shouted, Milly narrowed her eyes at them and a little growl emmited from her rose petal lips. 'Oh really? What if i get you first?' Reaver shot the ring leader, Milly saw them pulling out pistols and hurried foreward immediately.

One of the men shot at her, she dropped out of the way like she would Reaver, only they were slower, they recoiled slightly, fear rising in their eyes at her agility. 'You missed' She tilted her head and took another step forward. 'Now now my little balverine...' Reaver dispatched all of them, save for one, who stood there quivering. Barry had soon appeared next to them, Milly was positivly seething that they had attempted to assasinate Reaver, an incredibly poor attempt...but still. 'Barry, take him and put him in his rightful place' Reaver waved his gun around in a lazy gesture, Barry, although small grabbed the man with such force he was practically dragged upstairs without bending his knees. 'It would seem, the resistance is seeping into my home, how unhappy Logan will be' Reaver sighed, Milly turned to him, the cogs in her brain spinning. 'I could lure the rest of them here' She suggested, 'Hmmmm, what an exciting, and devious plan you have my lamb, how do you plan on doing such a thing?' Reaver asked, with a smirk on his face.

'I could, pretend to join the resistance, gain their trust and then lure them here' She grinned at him, her demonic eyes glowing eerily with excitment. Those eyes, Reaver thought as he looked into them, they reminded him of something he'd rather forget...'Hmmm my little minx, you have a cunning mind, I like it. Dress in some rags, I believe the ones you came in will be sufficient, now, i shall go and find out where their head quarters are...' Reaver chuckled darkly and wandered off into the direction Barry lead the last member of the party. Millicent found her old clothes in her wardrobe, still covered in blood, she considered cleaning them but thought that it might add to the effect. The dress was a beige colour with the Reaver Industries logo on it, but barely visable from all the blood and dirt, it had a once white shirt under neath it and oversized brown leather shoes. She certainly looked the part, almost, but she didn't smell the part.

Not looking forward to what she was about to do, she reminded herself that It was for Reaver, she opened the back door and flung herself in the mud and started to roll about in it, getting it in her hair and on any bare skin. 'What are you doing my dear Millicent?' Reaver called from his window, 'I can't go in there smelling of roses can i!' She shouted back, he chuckled and made his way down the stairs to meet her. 'The resistance is in a sewer in Industrial near the pub' 'Delightful' Milly sighed sarcasticly, 'Oh another Team spirit award winner master?' Barry asked as he entered the room, 'Barry, its me you twit' 'Oh, I barely recognised you!' Reaver and Milly rolled their eyes. 'I am hosting a party this wednesday, be sure they come on that day' 'I shall tell them I served in your house but ran away, and that I can lead them in there and straight to you' Reaver cupped the young girls face, 'Don't get killed' 'Would I?' She cooed, Barry cleared his throat 'Shall we get going then?' She nodded and left Reavers beautiful home with his butler.

'If its a masked ball, how will I recognise you?' Barry asked, 'When I enter, I'll nudge into you by accident' 'Right' They were silent for the rest of the journey in the carriage, when they made sure the stagecoach was in a popular spot near Reavers factory, Barry opened the door and threw Milly out roughly, she landed on the hard ground with an 'oof' 'Don't you ever come back you theiving bitch!' He shouted and kicked her in the stomach, she curled into a heap on the floor in pain, several people around them stopped to watch. Barry slammed the carriage door shut, but gave her an apologetic look as he drove away, 'Miss are you alright!' Some one came running over to the heaped body. 'Yes, I think so' Milly trembled as she looked up, 'Here take my hand' 'I don't think I can' She feined weakness. 'Its okay, I'm going to take you some where safe' the stanger scooped Milly up in his arms and began to walk off in the direction of the pub...was it that easy?

They entered the sewers, her breath was almost taken away, she coughed and held her nose, 'I know, It takes some getting used too, whats your name?' He asked her 'Katie, and you?' Milly lied easily, it was for her master. 'I am Derek' 'The prince?' Milly asked, 'Yes, but don't go telling anyone' He winked at her, Milly smiled up at him as he layed her on a few planks with a sheet on that was supposedly a bed. 'Derek, who is that?' A tan woman asked angrilly, 'I was in Industrial, one of Reavers lackys threw her out of a carriage and kicked her in, I couldn't just leave her in the dirt' Derek explained, 'Reavers carriage?' 'Yes, she might be useful to us' Derek murmered in a low voice thinking Milly couldn't hear, but she had the ears of a fox. Milly closed her eyes and put on her best, I'm in pain, act.

'Here' Derek had a bowl of water, Milly sat up and held her stomach as she did so, 'Does it hurt terribly?' He asked, 'I've taken a worse beating...' She mumbled sipping at the drink. 'Did you work for that bastard?' Derek asked, she nearly lost her cool, 'Yes, my father sold me to him' Milly looked down sadly, 'Its okay, you're safe now' 'Thank you, my prince, If I had any gold to give you in payment I would, but my hands are empty!' Milly began to tear up, 'Katie, don't cry, maybe you can help us, can you stand?' 'I think so...' He took her by the arms and helped her up, she hobbled over to another room where the black woman was from before, 'Page this is Katie, she has agreed to help us in any way she can' Derek announced, 'How do we know she isn't just a spy?' 'I saw her get threw out of that carriage, I am quite certain she isn't a spy, are you?' Derek asked looking at her. 'No! I swear it! I wan't justice for what Reaver has done, is doing, he did terrible things to me...' She put the water works on again, 'Why were you getting threw out of that carriage?' Page asked her suspiciously.

'I was caught stealing, he would have shot me, but my father who sold me had an agreement with him, so he couldn't. Instead he left me out here to die' 'I see, what can you tell us about my men, they infultrated his manor' 'I was in the garden at the time, I did hear fighting and gunshots but I didn't think much of it, its a regular occurance in his house...But when i entered, the man who threw me out of the carriage, he was dragging them all off somewhere, somewhere in his house that I havn't been because the door is always locked' 'So my men could still be alive?' 'Thats excellent!' Derek smiled, 'Now, we just need a way to get in...Is there no secret passges?' Milly frowned and looked about, thinking. 'No, not that I know of, there is the front door the main entrance, and a side door which leads to the garden' Paige sighed angrilly and began to pace about.

There was silence in the filthy sewer for a moment, 'Wait, I heared him talking to his butler about a secret party, a masked ball or something, on wednesday' 'Thats tomorrow' Page commented 'Yes! a masked ball! he wouldn't even know it was us! we could sneak in then and catch him unawares, drunk' Derek beamed at Milly, 'Katie you are brilliant!' 'Do you think you could, lead us in?' Page asked 'Well yes, i know his house well, I know where he has his parties' 'Right, we have a plan. Now all we need is costumes, you two stay here while I go and find some...' Page left Derek and Milly in the room while she ventured into Industrial. 'So, how old are you Katie?' 'I'm 18' 'So young, Reaver will pay for whatever he has done to you' 'I hope so, its been a long time coming' Milly bent over slightly in pain, 'Here, lay down and rest, you look like you could do with it' Derek guided her over to the bed again.

She almost felt bad for what she was doing, Derek was being so kind and helpful, the prince, and she would have to betray him. But Reaver was her master, the possesive, unrequited devotion she had with him, even unknown to her was worth more than the trust of the prince. She slept for a long time, until she was awoken to her nightmares, of the burning village. 'Katie! are you okay?' Derek asked her, kneeling by her bed, 'I am fine, I am sorry if i woke you' Milly whimpered, 'No, I was already awake, you should rest more' Milly gladly accepted and fell back asleep, probably from the miasma of the sewer...When she awoke again it was well into noon, 'Come on girl, wake up' Page shook her, 'I have the outfits here, we'll have to get you scrubbed up' Millicent nodded and followed her to a sink where she scrubbed her skin with semi clean, cloudy water. Her hair was a mess and so it was combed, slightly dirty but back to its etheral silkiness, 'Could you help dress me? I've never worn a corset before' Page mumbled, 'Of course'.

'Is it supposed to be this tight?' Paige gasped, 'All the aristocrats wear it like this, and they will be at this party, im affraid if you want to blend in its the only way' Milly grinned evilly as she tight laced the corset onto her, anything to restrict her movements or breathing. Page wore a wig but Millicent opted not to, Pages dress was white and gold and she wore a foxes mask, Millicents dress was red and gold with a fox mask, and Dereks suit was black and gold with a matching mask. 'Here' Derek handed Paige her sword, 'Im affraid I've never fought before-' 'Don't worry, leave the fighting to us' Paige nodded. 'You look lovely' She mumbled, 'As do you'. The carriage ride was exciting, her plan had worked so quickly and so effortlessly. She yearned to be in Reavers presence again, she felt her chest throbbing the closer to the mansion she got.
They knocked on the door, Millicents heart was racing, 'Ah welcome, bit late aren't you' Barry ushered them in, 'We got held up' Page said in a stiff voice, Millicent pretended to trip on her dress and stumbled into Barry breifly, 'You alright darlin' He grabbed her waist, 'Im fine' she replied stiffly and shoved him off her, 'Reaver will be glad to have some sober guests, these posh lot are all light weights, drank nearly all the booze and passed out, theres some cooking sherry if you're desperate though' 'I think we'll be fine', 'The ball rooms just through here, no weapons, Reaver has a strict rule' 'I will need to keep mine' Pages voice was getting stiffer and stiffer, the doors opened, Page and Derek muscled in, eager to get started. Barry suddenly slammed the doors shut, Milly let out a huge sigh, 'Thank Avo thats over' 'I can't believe you did it!' 'It was so easy, them rebels really are a dumb lot' Milly giggled, 'Are you coming to join in the festivities, Reaver has a put on a splendid show!' 'I want to go and get changed first, this dress is disgusting' 'Alright love, see you up there' He winked at her and made his way up the stairs.
Millicent went back to her room to change, her uniform felt like butter on her skin compared to the scratchy material of the ball gown, who knows where Paige found it. She brushed her hair again and applied some red lipstick, feeling herself again. Milly saw the foxes mask on her bed and decided to wear it, after all she was feeling rather sly at the moment. Chuckling at heself in the mirror she made a quick stop off to the cellar to get her master a glass of wine, then she trotted off to the wheel of misfortune that was stationed in the ballroom. She pushed open the double doors, 'Ahhh there is my little minx, looking very, minxy' Reaver growled at her, his eyes raking her body, 'Thank you master' She handed him the glass of wine which he took graciously, she took her place next to him. 'Katie? what are you doing? get away from him!' Derek shouted up from the floor below, 'I told you she was a spy!' Page bellowed at him, 'Katie? Hmmm you are a tricky one, Millicent has performed admirably in fooling you i see' Reaver laughed at them.

They entered another room, to fight some other monsterous evil, sand furies. The way they flung themselves about was horrifying. 'Wasn't that utterly enthralling? Of course, you should be ashamed of yourselves for treating foreign visitors in an unsociable manner, Oh well...' Reaver mused, 'I've really had enough of this!' Page snapped, 'You holier than thou idealists always thinking in the simplist most binary of ways, but i quite agree, the game grows tiresome and my guests, they grow, restless' Reaver looked towards Milly and pulled the mask of her face and discarded it on the floor, he stared into her eyes intently. 'No need to get restless sweetheart! Barry Hatch is here to take care of you, fancy a quick jig?' The woman Barry was acosting suddenly turned into the most horrific beast Milly ever seen, it pounced on him and burried its muzzle into Barry's chest, blood spraying everywhere. 'Ooo dear, do you pigs have any idea how hard it is to find good staff?' Reaver sighed as Barry was torn to shreds on the marbel floor.

Milly felt her heart strings being pulled, poor Barry. 'Still, one might aswell enjoy the show. Whats the use of a secret society without a little secret afterall' The guests suddenly all changed into Balverines and jumped down off the mezzanine to savage Page and the Prince. 'Do you know, I think you might actually survive this!' Reaver exclaimed, one of the monsters jumped and amazing length across the room, knocking Page to the floor and heavilly clawing her face, no doubt she would be scarred forever. 'You do handle yourself rather well, my suspicions about your true nature would seem to be correct!' Reaver announced, finally the last Balverine fell. 'Well i must say, you've made me out to be a some what poor host, rather rude of you to dispose of nearly all my guests, what do you say Millicent?' Reaver turned to her and grabbed her waist roughly, pulling her into his chest, 'Terrible' She replied.

'Urgh you bitch!' Page screeched, she aimed her rusty pistol and shot, Milly didn't even flinch as she saw the bullet come whizzing towards her, Reaver raised his cane and in an elegant flourish deflected the bullet that would have landed in his beloved staffs head. 'Dear girl, why not stop all this bickering? Why don't we all go up to my room and have a private party...' 'Do you have any idea who this is? This is the prince, Logans brother!' Paige growled, 'Really, well, I wouldn't dream of coming between siblings! Well, thats not strictly true there was that one time...' Reaver guided Milly out of the room as more shots were fired, they all missed. 'I am impressed my little lamb, they didn't see through you at all' Reaver grinned, 'I tried my hardest' She replied with that beautiful smile on her face. They were silent for a moment as they ascended the stairs 'Is there anything I can get for you master?' She asked, Reaver turned to her and kissed her, she trembled slightly at the force he used and she stumbled backwards into the wall.

Reaver moaned into her, he wanted her so much, more than any whore, more than anyone he ever had in all his years of living. Milly enjoyed his kiss, the burning need of his affection, but she was still too scared to let it go any further and Reaver sensed this. He pulled away from her, enjoying the hodded lids and the dizziness that he had evoked in her, 'Poor Barry' She suddenly remembered, he was lying dead in the ball room. 'I woulnd't worry about him' Reaver grinned at her, 'Why? I'm the one going to have to clean him up tomorrow' Millys eyes were swimming with tears, It had never dawned on Reaver that she would be the one to do it, he didn't like it at all, he didn't want her to bloody her hands with his work. 'Barry was bitten by a Balverine, he's not dead, simply, changing' Milly paled, 'But not to worry mon cher, he will only be a Balverine once every now and again!' Reaver laughed. Millicent felt woozy, so many disturbing thoughts going through her mind. Her master picked her up and carried the poor girl to his bed, he thought about undressing her but then decided to leave her.

Milly was only semi awake as Reaver crawled between the sheets next to her, 'Master...' 'Yes my sweet?' 'I'm sorry for my nightmares' Reaver smiled at her and brushed a stray hair out of her face, he was sorry for them too, he knew now that every night she had them, more of his past was revealed to her, part of him hated the idea of anyone of this day and age knowing his past, but part of him was glad it was Milly and not some random dosser. She fell asleep quickly, Reaver watched her, slightly quivering chest and peaceful face, until he too felt his eyelids becoming heavy. He was awoken to her screams at around sunrise however, she was screaming his name and her limbs spasamed as if she were trying to run, 'Millicent!' Reaver called to her, but it was on deaf ears. This nightmare was the most vivid, she was completely consumed by it, slowly the dream faded and she was filled with a sickness, she was aware she was awake but couldn't wake up.