Being shackled to the back of this stupid wagon was needless to say, not in my plans. Gabriel and I were forced to walk forward and further down the trail. Knowing what was about to happen though I looked around the forest waiting for Ben and his two younger sons to make their attack. We didn't have to wait long and before I knew it there was gunfire going off.

The carriage stopped and Gabriel started to pull on his shackles as if that would do him any good. I didn't pay attention to the fight going on around me as I started to pull on my own, hoping somehow the shackles would release me.

"Find them!" one of the British soldiers called out.

Just then there were only two soldiers left. One held onto Gabriel and the other unshackled me. I tried to fight him off kicking and hitting him wherever I could. However much to my protest he picked me up and threw me over his arms.

"Let me go! Put me down!" I scream and kick the man but to no avail.

Instead he tries to run faster and I will admit for a soldier he is doing rather well. Just then he comes to a stop and familiar voice calls out to him. Just my luck he took me to the man who shackled me to the wagon to begin with.

"Explain yourself and put that woman down!" he yelled as the man.

The man put me down and began to explain what happened; all the time having a grip on my wrist. I looked around and once again I was out numbered. Not knowing what else to do I just stood there as Tavington walks up to me and grabbed my chin with force.

"Yet they failed to save you. What purpose could you serve to them?" he questions as he starts to look me over. "Bring her back to the camp, we shall send our report and then they will decide what to do with her. More than likely she will be hung."

Automatically my hand goes to my throat. Hung; I forgot people still did that in this time. Another soldier comes forward and grabs my arm leading me into another direction. Just about an hour later we make it to the camp. I know what danger I am in and a part of me is scared to death. The camp is small with a few men; I am guessing these are the officers, while the other lower ranks are off to the side. The soldier leads me into a tent where he shackles me to the post. Then without another word he leaves me alone.

Tavington's POV

"Sir? Why did you bring the woman with you? The ranks will begin to wonder her use." One of the new officers whose name I don't bother to remember asks me.

"She is a prisoner and a traitor against the crown. Once we are given orders with what to do with her, then the will be carried out." I reply to him as I dismount my horse and watch as the soldier leads the woman into a tent.

Walking forward I know I want to try and get information out of her. What on earth made her dare to stand up to me?! She had no idea who she was dealing with and was in need of a lesson in the ways of the world. Once the soldier leaves the tent I walk inside and she glares daggers at me. There was something different about this woman, from the look of her face to the color of her hair. Never before had I seen a shade of deeper red than the color of her hair.

Taking a step forward I could see her features more clearly, though her hair was up you could tell it was long. Her skin, though a bit dirty, was close to the color of alabaster and her eyes were that of an emerald. All in all she was not an ugly woman; quite the opposite she was rather attractive.

"How long have you held loyalties with the Colonial Army?" I ask her and she doesn't say a word; instead she continues her glare. "You realize you are going to be hanged for treason, do you not?"

"I would rather die than discuss anything with the likes of you." She tells me and I can hear the anger and malice in her voice. This woman hated me.

She did have one free hand since the other shackle was on the pole of the tent. I knew she might try and do something drastic but I could do the same thing as her. Within just a few seconds I had her free hand and was holding her against the pole.

"I would rethink your words woman." I threaten her.

Without one word she throws her head forward and hits my own making me back away from her just a few steps. This woman was just as untamed as an animal! Nothing prepared me for her and this made me want to break her spirit even more.

"Do you believe they will come for you? They have no idea where our camp is! You are a prisoner here!" I say trying to grab her again but she avoids my grip.

"I have nothing to say to you. As far as I am concerned you are nothing but a plague!" she yells at me but I manage to grab her hand this time and pull her right to me.

"You know nothing about me, yet you hate me? Care to explain?" I question the woman.

"I know enough." She says and pulls away from me.

"Colonel Tavington." One of the other men calls out for me.

I take one glance at the woman then walk out of the tent. This had better be worth it. I had a feeling with that woman it would be a day to day process to get any information out of her. Going into another tent there stands the messenger we were about to send only the two other officers look at me confused. What could be the problem now?

"How do we explain the woman?" one asks me.

"She is a prisoner who betrayed the crown and intervened with proper punishment. All you must say is we are awaiting orders of her punishment." I explain to them with an exasperated sigh.

The officer nod as he writes down what I had just said and hands it off to the messenger. Must I do everything around here? After all, I have enough on my hands and would rather not have to deal with these trifling matters.

Abigail's POV

Late at night when I know no one is around to come and try any more advances on me, I decide to make my move. Leaning down I am able to take a hair pin out of my hair; oldest trick in the book if you thought about it. Carefully I begin to pick the lock and after countless tries I finally hear one click and my left hand is finally free. I put the shackles on the ground but make sure they do not make a sound. Lifting my skirt I manage to take out my small dagger I always had on me.

Getting out of this camp wouldn't be easy and I knew that. Still it was a risk I was willing to take. Stepping out of the tent I slowly started around the back, only to find the back of the tent led to small stream. Thinking this could lead somewhere far away from here I carefully climb down to the stream. One wrong move and I hear a branch break. Looking around I hear something from further down the stream.

Before I know what to say or do I feel a cold metal on the back of my neck. Are you kidding me? Had I really been caught after all the effort I put in just to try and get out of here?

"I was wondering how long it would take you to try and escape. Clever using your hair pin to pick the lock." Tavington's voice says right to my right ear.

Gripping the dagger I decide to take the risk. Quickly I turn around and strike him on his right arm, leaving a straight cut. I back up just a few steps as he looks down and examine his cuts but instead of being angry he laughs at me.

"You can try all you want to fight and leave but you won't be going anywhere." He tells me with an evil laugh.

Just as he moves forward to grab me though, a tomahawk flies past him and land in the tree behind him. Wait… that meant that Ben and the others must be close. Tavington seems to take the hint as well as he looks at me like a true traitor. Hannah must have tipped Ben off on where the camp might be.

"This will not be the last time we see each other woman." He tells as he dares to walk forward and grab me by the arm. "You will not be able to see me coming and hear my warning next time. You won't have anyone to come save you."

I am shocked to say the least by his statement. Then I feel a tug on my hair. Looking to my right I see he cut off a piece of my hair with a knife he had and with a sadistic smile he goes back to where the tent was. I could hear him warning the others as they began to get their guns to hunt us down.

"Abigail!" Gabriel's voice called out to me.

I turn around and see Gabriel motioning for me to follow him. Turning my body I take off running and follow him into the woods. Tavington just went to a new level of creepiness in my book and now he was after me though I wasn't sure why.

Edit done by:TheLadyAranel so big shout out to you! Thanks so much!