These two are part of a series based on the near-end of the book Mary Reilly. We never got to see the extent of Edward's violence and hate in the movie towards the little maid and well…the book does a great job of that. Loves to Valerie Martin!!!

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Part One

…But his countenance remained amused for her benefit, knowing it would only infuriate her more, shake that little prim and proper moralist body of hers. She wanted to see her master?

"I can't let you see him unless you ask me proper." Oh yes, that would goad her. Would Edward finally see the outrage Mary held so tightly within her or….Well then. She could beg after all. Somehow that didn't make the man any happier and his gaze darkened with impatience and hatred as he gestured towards the door of the laboratory with only a tilt of his chin. He wasn't finished with this chit, this upstart, and his hands clenched tightly in the pockets of his shabby coat, ragged from his nights on the run. It was the coat that cocksucker Poole looked down upon with such disdain. What did Edward care about their thoughts? Weaklings! Useless! Unworthy of his skill or talent and so bitterly ungrateful!

Little Mary was just like the rest and Jekyll wouldn't stop him tonight. She'd learn who her Master really was and he'd enjoy teaching her.

"Lead the way."

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Part Two

She was scared. Oh how she hated this man! How she hated everything about him and the horror, the pain, he had brought down upon her Master! And yet somehow she found the strength to stand up to him, to once again renounce this claim he had that he was her master. Utter lies that she would never, ever allow! And still he thought she would keep her tongue in her head?! He! A murderer and a fraud! A thief!

"Please sir," the words were like bile in her mouth but they had to be said. "Let me see my master."

Mary's back went stiff at his glare, fighting the urge to turn and run back into the house, to call Bradshaw or Mr. Poole. But Edward Hyde would not keep her away from the Doctor. She would speak with him now, beg him to leave this man to the police and Scotland yard, to ask why Edward Hyde deserved such protection.

With a will of shaking iron, Mary left the courtyard to enter the laboratory, her cloak shifting around her shoulders. It only covered her shift but speed had been of the essence, though now she didn't like the sound of his breath so close behind her.