Chapter Seven

Sienna's eyes began to flutter open. God, the mattress was incredibly uncomfortable. All night long it made her back ache, now it gave her cramps. It was a hard, rotten thing. No wonder it had been stowed away in the basement.

She lifted one eyelid open and saw a blue blob. If it were another spider, she would scream, and run for her life. Ever so carefully she opened an eye. Staring down at her were two great, big blue eyes. She screamed.

A hand clamped to her mouth, pulling her in. The person hissed in her ear. "Shush. Do you want to get caught?"

She shook her head and was let go. Sienna spun around and came face to face with Syd. He bore the look of annoyance, obviously with her for screaming so loud. It wasn't her fault, she didn't expect to awake to the close up face of him. It frightened her.

She sat back down on the mattress despite its hardness. "So what are you doing today?" she asked. "No doubt going out, I suppose while I'm stuck in this miserable old dump."

Syd sighed. "You know you have to stay out of sight."

"I know but, what is a girl supposed to do all day? Sit around and contemplate poor human existence? I want to roam free, Syd. I want to do something."

Syd scratched his chin in thoughtfulness. "There is one thing. Me and the boys are going wonderin' later. Maybe you could dress up as a boy in disguise."

"Syd..." Sienna pointed towards her breasts. They were too big to not notice them. Even if she did put many layers on, it would still be too tight, making her breasts stick out like a gigantic spot.

"Oh." Syd frowned then he suddenly perked up. "You could wear me shirt and breeches, they should be big enough."

Sienna turned towards him and smiled. It was time to play troon school.


James's smirk glowed brightly in the moonlight. He was watching his lady very closely, intent on seeing her again. He'd seen her emerge from the gate at the back of the house, anxious eyes scouting the premises. But she did not see him.

She was as beautiful as he remembered, hair the darkest shade of ebony flowing freely in the wind. Her ice eyes still sparkled as crazily but this time not with pleasure. They were filled with nervousness as she took another big look around.

James shrank back into the shadows. His lady's gaze suddenly stopped right upon him. He was sue that she had seen him now. Her eyes widened in horror and she bolted as fast as a runaway horse.

He snorted. Fool. Even at the pace she was going, James knew that he could catch up. Before she could get to the end of the alleyway, she would already tier, giving him a chance to get to her. And she did exactly that.

James swaggered towards her, chucking his glass of port into the darkness. "Hello, Carrie." he called. "Long time no see, my princess."

Carrie pinned herself against the brick wall. She didn't dare look into his eyes as they were bloodshot. Without even smelling him, she knew that he was drunk. Nothing much had changed, then.

"Not going to give your husband a greeting, then? How about a kiss?" He slurred. He leaned in to kiss her but missed by inches. He tried once more but Carrie's hands pushed him away.

"You're not my husband, and you never will be." She was not looking at him. "You hurt me and our son. You made our lives hell. Our son lives in fear of you - he despises you."

James cackled. "I beg to differ on the note of our marriage. Documents say different to what you're saying." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a golden band. He grabbed hold of Carrie's hand, slowly slipping the band onto her finger. "I take you, Caroline Marie Blythe, to be my lawful wedded wife."

Carrie shook her head in frustration. She snatched her own hand back and began to pull off the ring. "You're nothing to me!" she exclaimed. "Stay away from me and my son!"

She whirled past James only to have her hand grasped once more. She was violently pulled in, having him whisper down her ear, "I know you want me, I can tell by the way you were looking at me."

Without warning, he slipped a free hand up her skirts, pressing his hand into her. Carrie let a moan slip out, hands wrapped round the back of him. Then her eyes shot open. What was she doing? She despised James, yet she went and acted like this. How could she even take control if she wasn't controlling herself?

James stopped midway through and spun her around so that she was facing him. "I've missed you." And he clamped his lips to hers. He'd end up doing this for five minutes straight, whether or not someone else was around.

Once his minutes were up, he pulled back and just looked her over. This gave Carrie a chance and she used the chance rake her sharp nails across his face. James let out a growl of pain as he fingered the scratches. When he lifted his fingers off of them, blood stained both his cheek and fingers.

James did not think as he grabbed Carrie by the shoulders and shoved her to the ground. His hand connected with a thwack as his hand met her face. He spat on the floor next to her and shook her fiercely.

"You little bitch!" He shrieked and he smacked her again. "I swear to God I will have you whether you like it or not."

Carrie cowered as she felt James settle on-top of her. She peeked through her eyes to see that James was undoing his breeches. Carrie felt as if she could puke, and before James had the chance to thrust into her, she saw red.