Chp 3~ Held hostage…hating life

I lay in the growing darkness, pretending to sleep. I had been given food, and then left alone. The soldiers weren't allowed near me since I was a girl, so I was left alone. When I had been taken hostage I had been yelling insults and other things, before I had been gagged I had yelled out that I knew Arthur Kirkland.

Now I was being left alone, or so I thought. I heard the sound of feet on the hard packed earth. It was the solider that I had punched in the face for groping me. I knew he had no good intent for being over here. The commander had ungagged me so I was free to yell, but I waited, plotting.

Sadly, I hadn't thought it really it through. So I ended up with a grimy hand over my mouth. The man grinned over my face, breath smelling like alcohol.

"Little whore! I'll teach you to punch me!"

I could feel his other hand trying to work on my pants, I was really glad that I had on my belt and jeans still, those would take forever to get off and hopefully someone would come over here.

"Damnit!" he swore, he pulled himself up to take a closer look at my pants. I took that chance to do something. Even through my feet were tied together I could still move effectively, so I quickly jerked my legs up, kneeing the man on top of me in the balls.

He gave a shout of pain, that I hoped was loud enough to alert someone, but sadly they weren't going to be quick enough for me. I was slapped, hard, across the face, it put me in a daze. I couldn't scream and the bastard knew that so he put his focus on my pants. He got the belt undone and had flicked the button open by the time I was able to comprehend anything, his hand was already placed back over my mouth.

A light blinded me and my attacker, never had I been happier to see those red coats. The commander and a man I couldn't really see had come over to me area to check on me, only to find me being assaulted by one of their soldiers. The man was jerked off of me and thrown roughly to the side and my bonds quickly cut.

"I trust that you won't run away?" I recognized the voice right away.

I turned around, "Arthur!" I squeaked out. I jumped up and did back up my pants, then tackled the Brit in a hug.

He stood there awkwardly letting me hug him, it was then I realized he wasn't my Arthur, the one who I had grown up with for the last seven years of my life. I hastily let go of him and stepped back.

"Well you said you knew me and you seem to, but I don't know you. Tell me why is that?" Said Arthur.

"I know that you're not just Arthur Kirkland, but," I whispered this part in his ear, "you're also the nation Great Britain."

Shock crossed Arthur's face, then it was quickly masked, "Very well, I suggest you tell me your story in my tent. Shall we?" He held out his arm, like I was a lady or something, but I took it, anything to be in contact with something familiar to me.

HEY! Short chapter i know, but it happens! Kay well reviews= sooner updates!

3~DBH