I looked at him, and he looked back at me, a mocking look on his face. The dragoons threw their lit torches onto the house.
"She wasn't of any use to me."
"I sure hope she didn't tell you anything."
"The only thing she did tell me was your name. Catherine. Cat. Kitty, Kitty Cat!"
he said in a taunting tone.
" Do you always kill your captives' families and then taunt them?"
"Are you always this talkative?"
He put me on his horse and mounted right behind me and we left the fiery inferno that used to be my home.
There were so many questions that I wanted to ask, but I was too scared to say anything. We came to a patch of trees and, after we had gone about a mile, we stopped and dismounted. The colonel gave his horse to one of his men and then led me to a tall building, showing me where I was to stay.
"These will be your quarters."
"Fine. Now if you don't mind, I would like it a lot if you could leave!"
The colonel left the room, slamming the door behind him. The next morning, I woke up to pounding on my door. I opened the door and Colonel Tavington stepped in.
Going on Raids"Tonight you will be going with me on raids."
"Do I have a choice?"
"What do you think, you patriotic brat? Listen, if you give me or any of my men any information, I won't kill the family, but they will get to watch their homes turn to ashes. If you fail to do so, however, they will be turned to ashes along with their homes."
"Or how about I stay here and give you no information?"
"Don't take tones with me, you foolish brat! If you don't come, I could have two of my men take turns ravishing you if you'd rather." He said, smirking.
He gave me a wicked look and then he ran his index and middle fingers across my left cheek. I reached my hand up to slap him, but just as my hand was almost to his face, he grabbed me by the wrist and twisted it down to my side. I screamed in pain, but he didn't release his grip. Then he pulled me by the shoulders and looked me in the eye.
"Watch you're tongue with me, Kitty Cat," he said, resting a hand on my neck, "Or I will have that tongue cut right out of your mouth." He finished, ever so slowly sliding his hands down my sides and squeezed hard by the waist.
"Such a beautiful creature. Too bad you had to be a patriot."
"Remove your hands, Sir." I said in a quivering, yet angry voice
"Getting a little scared now, are we Kitty Cat?"
"You will address me, Sir, as Miss Tarleton."
I will address you, Miss, however I please, and you will not tell me otherwise!"
The colonel then shoved me into my quarters and said "I will be back this evening to get you, unless you would like to be ravished…?" he finished smirking maliciously as he left the room, locking the door behind him.
"No, Sir, I would not like to be ravished." I whispered to myself angrily.
That evening, the colonel came for me.
"You are to stay with me at all times, Kitty Cat."
I wasn't sure what to expect, so I prepared myself for the worst.
"Are you ready to cooperate?" He demanded with a snarl.
"Not if you are going to keep calling me by that name, Sir."
He cuffed me hard across the face. I started to cry, but he only smirked.
"That will teach you not to take tones with me, my pretty kitty."
'I'll show you pretty kitty, Butcher!' I thought bitterly to myself as he hoisted me onto his horse.
We rode at a full out gallop for about thirty minutes and then started to slow down at a nice little farmhouse with a barn.
"You wait here!" Ordered the colonel.
He stalked into the house, followed by ten other dragoons.
The family of eight was brought out with guns to their backs.
"Kitty Cat, are you going to give me any useful information, or are you going to let these people die?" Asked Col. Tavington with a sneer.
"If letting these people die means you loosing the war, then let them die."
"Fine then, have it your way."
Col. Tavington ordered his men to take the family back into the house and have three of his men throw their torches at the house, and he had also sent a few of his men to see if hey had any good horses for the dragoons to take and use later on. We left the plantation burning and shriveling to the ground. I sat in the saddle in shock and dismay as we rode off away from the fiery inferno, agonizing screams of pain echoing and becoming more distant as we got farther away. We rode for a few miles, and ass we were approaching the next farmhouse, the Colonel sneered, "Well Catherine, let's see how you do on this one."
"You won't be getting any information out of me."
We went on about four more raids, but as I had told him before, he would and did not, get any information out of me.