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Chapter 13

Lucy's POV

Pain! My legs, stomach and arms ache; my head is throbbing. I run my left hand gently on my right arm and a sharp pain goes through it as I reach the upper part. The skin is tender and bruised. As my hand hovers over the injury, memories start flowing back to my brain. I remember someone grabbing me brutally by the arm and squeezing it tightly. 'Don't touch me!' I remember screaming and kicking my attacker, who I cannot recall. My finger travels up to my bottom lip to feel a patch of dry blood that clotted on a painful cut.

More memories resurface as I try very hard to remember: 'SHUT UP if you value your life!' a man's voice whispered menacingly as he held a knife around my neck, another hand seizing my left hand with great voice. "You do not have to do this," I responded to the attack with a calm voice, not knowing who the man was but not daring to turn my head. I did not want to break down for fear he would take my life. "I told you to shut up, bitch!" he spat, pushing the knife further into my skin and I felt a sharp pain. At that moment, I caught a glimpse of the handle of the sword and recognized to whom it belonged. "Benjamin? Is that you? Why are you doing this? I thought we were friends? Are you having any difficulties? Put down the knife and we can talk this out." For a moment, I felt his body trembling as if he were sobbing or restraining laughter. I prayed to Aslan that it was the former but then he could hold it no more and began cackling so evilly that it chilled my blood. "You're so gullible and pitiful, you know? And all your siblings and that useless Telmarine bastard are as well. But among all of you low lives, Carter must be the most pathetic. Huh! Not daring to even fight for you as soon as I came along." At his degrading remarks, I boiled with anger. How dare he speak ill my family! 'Are you going to kill me, Benjamin? You wouldn't have the guts to do so. You are so weak and coward!' I hissed at him.

'You worthless whore! How dare you speak to me like that! From now on you are mine and you will do as I say!' He said before bring up his sword and hitting my face with the hilt with a strong blow. What followed was pain, then darkness.

BEN! Ben was my attacker. I sit up from where I was sleeping. I curl myself up, holding my legs against my chest, to try keeping me warm, but my flimsy nightgown provides no protection for me. I look around; it seems that I have been thrown into a plain tent. There are four canvas walls surrounding me, and nothing else in the small area. No blanket, pillow, clothing. Nothing. The cold hard ground is the only thing beneath me. I begin to feel worried but not scared, I need to escape. I stand, realizing to my surprise that I am not bounded by ropes or chains, and walk towards a fold on one of the walls that looks like the exit.

I start to make my way over to it when someone pushes it open, and Benjamin walks in with a tray that has bread, butter and milk on, with a thin blanket tucked under his arm.

"Lucy dear, good morning!" He greets me cheerfully as if none of this has happened, which annoys and angers me. "Here you go," he says, placing the stuff before me.

He turns round to leave. "Thank you for taking such good care of me," I murmur sarcastically under my breath, but apparently not quietly enough. He must think I was speaking ill of him and he stomps towards me and grabbing my chin, tearing the cut at the same time.

"WHAT IN THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?" he roars, spitting all over my face.

My heart picks up its speed but I try keeping a calm composure and stare straight into his dark eyes. "I said: Thank you for taking such good care of me," feigning a sweet tone. His raises his hand and slaps me across the face, his eyes pouring with anger and disgust. The heavy blow and extreme agony inflicts my eyes to tear up. "I am not afraid of you." I tell him fiercely.

"You should." He says before leaving the room.

I walk over to where he has left and press my ear against the canvas.

"Watch that one; she is a ball of fire." I catch Benjamin whispering to someone.

"Why not bring the others then?" The other person replies with the same low tone.

"That slut was an easier prey, being around me nearly all the time. The others were always around the King. Besides I think she will be same use as the others would when it comes down to the battle. She is our chip. If they forfeit, they will get the bitch and lose their kingdom. Otherwise, we will kill the girl. Either or, we make sure those Narnians lose something dear to them." Benjamin answers cruelly.

The words sink in and I cannot breathe. My family is about to lose everything just because I was so stupid to fall for the enemy. Why have I not put it together before all this happened? Now, my wrongdoing will be the fall of my family and Narnia. I have to find a way to ensure they do not lose Narnia. I hope Aslan knows and informs them. But I know what I have to do: I have to get myself killed before the battle. Only then, will this be a fair fight between Narnia and Aurora.