Wow you guys...fourteen reviews already!! Thanks loads!! I'm really getting into this thing, and I decided to listen to cassie89 and make Achilles meaner. After all...that made him sexier, yes? Okay, well, let me introduce...


Chapter 3

It had been a bloody battle. The Trojans outnumbered the Greeks, and even with the mighty Achilles leading them, they could not win. The most they could do was retreat.

Achilles entered his tent, feeling tired and worn. Now was the time for the bath he had been looking forward to all day. "Girl!" he called. "The bath!"

There was no answer. Perplexed, Achilles looked around, and his eyes fell on the sandy ground. There was an unfamiliar pair of footprints, too large to be the slave girl's and too small to be his own. That could only mean...

Achilles ran to the washroom. The basin was knocked over, the washcloths ripped, and the floor filled with handprints and drag marks. Breathing hard, he ran to grab his sword. "Who dares to touch my slave girl?" was all that was on his mind as he charged out of the tent.


"I've always liked li'ttle girls," the drunken man growled, fingering Briseis' hair. "But yeh ain't li'ttle, are yeh? Yer a woman!" he laughed, tugging at her brown curls.

Briseis flinched, and jerked her head away. It had possibly been two hours since she had been taken away from Achilles tent. This drunken man had shoved her to his own tent, and almost choked her by tying a rope around her neck and tying the other end around a pole. Her wrists were bound as well; every movement she made hurt her. She was tied down like a dog.

"The firs' time I saw yeh, I knew yeh would be mine." He continued. "An' I was right, wasn't I? Hahaar...yes," he muttered, more to himself than Briseis. "Yeh will be mine ternight."

Briseis remembered the hatred she had felt that day when the slave driver had whipped her, and summoned it to her heart. She spat on the drunken man, feeling satisfaction.

For a moment, he didn't move. Then, rage, total animal rage set in on his face. In a deadly calm tone, he said, "Yeh gonna pay fer that one." Without saying anything else, he stood up quickly and tightened the rope around Briseis' neck.

"Uuuurck!" she sputtered, the rope's scratchy surface cutting into her delicate skin. Things began to get woozy as her air supply became more limited, making it difficult for her to breath. "Huuuuuuh!" she gasped, trying to fill her lungs.

The drunken man watched her struggle for a bit before leaning down to grab her hair. Wrapping his fingers around it, he pulled Briseis up violently, causing her eyes to water with pain.

"When I come back, the fun'll begin!" he spat at her. Releasing her hair, he walked out of the tent.

Briseis dropped to the ground, a mixture of pain in her head and lack of oxygen blinding her. "If I die now, slowly and quietly," she thought. "It will be better than quickly in the hands of that monster."


Achilles tore through every tent he passed, roaring with rage.

"Who took my slave girl?!" he would bellow, only to receive frightened looks from the men whom he had just fought alongside hours before.

There were only two tents left; a man named Shlepe was emerging from one of them. Breathing heavily, Achilles charged up to him.

"Have you seen a slave girl?" he asked, trying to keep calm.

Shlepe giggled. "Och yah! I found 'er I did. Useless thing, she was. I took 'er back ter my tent ter have some fun. She's a righ' old bitch!"

"And did you know, Shlepe, that it was my slave girl?" Achilles asked, his temper rising.

Shlepe, still drunk, giggled once more. "Wha's it matter, Achi'lles? Stupid whore don't know the difference!"

Achilles drew his sword in a flash, a small 'ping!' sounding as it left its scabbard. A manic glint in his eye, he held it to Shlepe's throat.

"Never," he threatened, "take my property again. Or I will kill you."

Shlepe seemed to sober up as the sword flashed under his chin. "Yes, Achi'lles. I'm righ' sorry, I am. Take 'er back!"

Achilles stomped off, leaving the miserable drunk terrified out of his wits.


Briseis stopped fighting the waves of nausea that were overcoming her, and succumbed to the pain. "If this is dying," she thought, "it's only going to last for a few seconds. Then I will be free."

The tent flap parted, and Achilles rushed in. "Achilles?" she thought. "No, Achilles is most likely taking bath. I am seeing things, as my vision is getting blurred, and I am slowly dying. It is the drunken man, coming to take over my body."

Achilles let out a howl of outrage when he saw his slave girl tied up on the floor.

"Oh Gods," Briseis thought. "He is mad. He is coming to take me!! Why didn't I die sooner?!"

Achilles ran over to her and took out his knife.

"No!" Briseis cried desperately to herself. "This drunken man cannot kill me like this!" She tried to kick her feet, tried to ward him off, but to no avail.

"Stop struggling!" Achilles ordered. "I'm cutting you loose!"

Briseis saw the knife draw closer to her neck, and thought she saw her own blood. The last thing she saw was the face of the drunken man...or was it Achilles...?
Yes, yes, things are getting interesting! This was probably the longest chapter I've written yet, but better ones are coming soon, if ya'll review!! Thanks loads to these people who reviewed Chapter 2:

Dreamiestream: I know...I don't like cliffhangers either...but for the sake of a story...heh heh

Natalie Hudson: I dunno...horny men make the story more interesting, don't they? The man was too drunk to realize that everyone else was at battle! Yes...drunken men play a big role in many stories haha.

Allison

No-girl

Child of Morning

Donna Lynn

dizzy izzy: lol...I call him drunk dude too!

Amal: yes! Brad Pitt looks extremely hott in that movie!!

cassie89: Achilles will become angry!! I like him angry...I dunno why...

Thanks so much you guys!! Remember to review, please? Thanks!

-enjorli