Message: Hello to my faithful readers…sorry it's been like, forever since I last updated, but I've been soooo bogged down with college work. I've just finished 3 assignments so I should have some free time. Enjoy this chapter…Ron.

That night seemed to drag, it was by far the longest night I could remember ever having, and that is saying a lot the amount of nights I had to stay up nursing one of my younger siblings. I was in my own little world, back on the plantation where I belonged with my brothers and sisters. Thomas was still alive and Gabrielle was out of the army.

None of that however, was true. I was being held prisoner in an British army base, instead of being at home. I had no idea where Father and my other brothers and sisters were. And the painful reality of my other brothers came flooding back to me as the morning sun drowns the surrounding darkness. Thomas was dead. Gabrielle was alive but being hunted, by the one man who was sitting in front of me. The same man who had taken me from my home and who had beaten me to something barley alive.

This man was the famous "Butcher". This man was Cornel William Tavington.

As his fist made yet another dent in the table, which sat in between us, I jumped slightly as I was jolted back to the dingy little tent. It was now nearly dawn, for I could see the little light seeping in to the tent.

Tavington was starting to get annoyed with me. I had answered about 1000 questions, all about my family, my home, our neighbours, our friends and even about the where abouts of General Washington himself. Tavington didn't seem to surprised that I didn't know the answer to the last question, for I was so tiered I could barley remember my own name. It was only the fact that he kept shouting it at me that I remembered.

My head was resting on my hands as I leant over the table to rest. Tavington's shouting had no effect on me anymore. It was like a horrid drone that just won't go away. I heard noise out side the tent and tried to block that out as well. I closed my eyes to try and yet again escape. Surly Tavington could see that I had to sleep.

I heard Tavington leaning back in his chair, maybe he had gotten my very subtle message at last. He didn't say anything, but then I suppose he must have been tired as well. I smiled in to my hands as I slowly drifted in to an unconscious state.

I can't have slept for very long, for when I was rudely pulled from slumber the dawn still hadn't filled the tent. There were two men talking outside. They weren't talking in hushed voices either, so they must have sill thought me asleep.

I braved looking up from beneath my untidy hair. I looked around the tent, Tavington was gone and I was completely alone. Then the two voices boomed through the morning air again.

"Anything, sir?"

"Nothing…she's one of the most stubborn women I have ever met."

The second voice was Tavington. But that still left the first. It sounded familiar, but I still couldn't place it with a name. But the first voice continued…

"You don't really think she knows, do you?"

"Of course not, but I like to see her squirm…"

"Then, sir, please will you let Dr Porter see her. He still thinks…"

"No…our doctor is not allowed to see her…"

"But Sir…"

"Do I make myself clear, Borden?"

He didn't wait for a reply before continuing,

"By God man, do you have feelings for the girl? Go and fetch Captain Wilkins, he knows how to deal with people like her…"

There was a long silence before footsteps could be heard moping away. I could now see a shadow of a man out side. It must have been Tavington for the shadow showed a tall, proud man with little morels and no kindness. But before long, there was the sound of two people thundering along out side.

The tent door swung open and my breath caught in my throat, for in front of me stood Captain Wilkins with a malicious grin on his face.