There had been times when Elizabeth had felt fear. Of course there had been. She was a Kimber. She knew what it was like to live with a brother who enjoyed nothing more than torturing her and hurting her. Her father had done it to her mother. Elizabeth had spent years living in fear, yet she had never been as scared as she was at this moment in time.

She was placed in a dark corridor. She had shouted that this was wrong. Surely she should be taken to an interview room, but she was led beneath the police station, down a narrow corridor where only two lights lit the room. Her wrists had been chained against the wall to a bar and she could see the stain of blood underneath her feet on the ground.

She had tried to pull the chain from the wall but failed miserably. She remained stood, tied too high to sit down on the ground. They had turned the lights out to begin with and Elizabeth had continued to yell, demanding to be released from the darkness she found herself in. She continued to shout that she knew nothing about Tommy, but no one listened to her.

She went silent after a while, only her short pants of air comforting her for noise. She could see nothing and every noise she heard caused her to shift in fear. She hated what was happening, but even more than that, she hated that she knew nothing.

She had no idea what time it was, but after a while she saw the lights come on and she blinked profusely, adjusting her vision to the light. Footsteps echoed on the concrete floor and Elizabeth shrunk back against the wall.

"Miss Kimber."

His Irish accent echoed throughout the corridor and Elizabeth did her best to pull at the chains again.

"How many times must I tell you that I know nothing?" Elizabeth demanded from him, her cardigan falling down her arms as she did so. "Honestly, I do not know what Tommy is doing…please…ask him yourself…"

"Oh, I intend to," Campbell declared and pulled a seat from the wall and sat down opposite where Elizabeth stood, folding one leg over the other as he continued to stare at her. "I take it you know who I am?"

"Tommy mentioned being in trouble with the police," Elizabeth spoke.

"Aye, I bet he did," he chuckled back to her. "Well, for courtesy sake, my name is Inspector Campbell. I'm looking into Thomas Shelby and some guns he has stolen. You wouldn't happen to know anything about them, would you?"

Biting down on her tongue, Elizabeth shook her head slowly and Campbell studied her with intrigue whilst she looked him in the eye and did her best to appear as innocent as possible.

"He mentioned them, but that was all," Elizabeth promised. "I do not know where they are or what he is doing. I left him when I found out. I wanted nothing to do with it."

Campbell sighed and nodded. "I believe you, Miss Kimber."

Liz felt her chest lighten then as he stood up and moved towards her.

"Then you will let me go?"

Her plea fell on deaf ears as Campbell chuckled and shook his head, finally standing a few inches from her as he moved a hand to her cheek and stroked her purple bruise, the tips of his fingers getting lost in her damp hair as she took a deep breath and wondered what he was doing. She remained silent and Campbell shook his head.

"You're going nowhere until I have Thomas Shelby right where I want him," he responded to her. "You see, I'd pity you, Miss Kimber, but I know better. I know better than to pity women who spread their legs for filthy gypsy scum like Thomas Shelby….a little harlot…"

Elizabeth felt anger well inside of her and she did something foolish. She hawked as much moisture as possible into her mouth and spat at Campbell. The white blot landed on his cheek and Elizabeth saw his glare narrow and she knew how foolish she had been.

Shrieking loudly as he struggled to get a grip of her, she turned to face the wall, becoming trapped against it as Campbell wiped the spit from his skin and he moved his hands to grab hold of Elizabeth, his fingers splaying over her small stomach as he pressed his body firmly against hers, his mouth by her ear as she tried to force him from her.

"Who do you think you are, you little whore?" he demanded from her. "So you only spread your legs for him, is that it? Think he loves you? You're a fool, girl. Thomas Shelby sees you as his possession…his weak spot…but men like Shelby are incapable of love. They don't know how to love…they know how to fuck…and I bet you're very good at that."

Elizabeth could only slowly begin to understand what Tommy had told her about this man. How could a monster like him ever be understood? Campbell was crazy and horrific.

"You do not know me," Elizabeth spoke. "Now get off of me."

He ignored her and placed his mouth close to her neck as he inhaled sharply, smelling the scent of cigarettes and perfume on her. She shivered at his touch and he grinned, knowing full well that he had her where he wanted her.

"If it's true…then you should know that my men…well…where you stood…it's the same place they whipped a communist man to death. He was nothing but bone when they were finished with him. Can you imagine what they would do to a pretty little thing like you? I can imagine they would have some enjoyment first…"

Shaking even more, Elizabeth began to feel herself cry as he moved a hand to pick up a lock of her hair and he twirled it around his finger.

"Aye, you should cry," he whispered to her. "Because the Lord has no compassion for girls like you."

Pushing Elizabeth against the wall, Campbell turned on his heel and left the corridor, making sure he switched the lights out before he went. As he stood by the door, all he could hear was her soft sobs and he shook his head. He had Thomas Shelby where he wanted him.

Tommy hated afternoon tea. He hated everything it stood for. He suspected Liz had seen her fair share of afternoon tea. As he entered the hotel, he stubbed his cigarette out with the sole of his shoe and entered the foyer. Campbell had demanded to meet him, but Tommy had no idea why, nor did he care. He had spent the previous night swearing and cursing everyone who came in his way. What had happened to Liz had driven him mad, but he had been the cause. She had walked away because of him and he hated himself for it.

Walking into the restaurant, Tommy ignored the women sat there sipping on their delicate cups of tea. He noted Campbell on a table in the corner and moved over to him immediately, removing his coat and draping it over the back of the chair before anyone could come and take it from him.

"What is this about?" Tommy demanded, forgetting any pleasantries as Campbell sipped on his own tea.

"Good afternoon to you, Mr Shelby," Campbell taunted him and Tommy rolled his eyes at hearing him. "I trust you know why I asked you here."

"Aye, I can have a guess," Tommy said. "And you shall get what you want soon enough. I just need to finish some business."

"Oh, I don't think so," Campbell said, placing his cup back down on the table. "I will be having them tonight."

Tommy cocked a brow and chuckled at hearing him. He moved his hand into his waistcoat and pulled his clock out, checking the time before he placed it back and looked at Campbell. The man was still smiling smugly.

"No," Tommy said, taking a swig of the tea before him before placing his hands onto the table and standing. "Now, if that is all, I'll be on my way."

Campbell waited until Tommy turned on his heel and began to wander off. It was then when he struck.

"I wouldn't be going anywhere just yet if I were you, Mr Shelby," he spoke and Tommy sighed but turned on his heel, cocking his head to the side and waiting patiently for an explanation about that.

"And why is that?"

"Because I have something of yours chained up in my basement," Campbell said, his tone turning considerably darker as Tommy's gaze widened and he moved back to the table, slowly taking his steps as his glare increased. "Something I think you might find very important."

Tommy stood still, his hand moving to his pockets as he felt his gun rest there. "And what is that?"

Campbell chuckled and sipped his tea again. "A pretty little thing given to me courtesy of a mutual friend. She is quite spirited, Mr Shelby…really…nothing like the girls in here…and pretty too…in a demure way. However, the bruises marring her pale skin are quite ugly."

Tommy's fist slammed down on the table and people startled before looking around, wondering what all the commotion was about. Campbell looked over Tommy's shoulder and gave the table next door a reassuring smile before looking back to Tommy, the amusing glimmer still in his eye.

"What have you done to 'er?" Tommy demanded. "And how did you find 'er?"

"Oh, I wouldn't want to tell you that," Campbell whispered in a soft voice. "But she will be fine so long as you give me what I need tonight. I can't promise that she will come back to you in a perfect state. My men are currently looking after her…and well…you should see what they did to that communist you handed over."

"Don't you dare," Tommy snarled. "I want 'er back now…you can 'ave your guns, but I want 'er back now."

Campbell shook his head and stood up, shrugging into his own coat. "No deal," he declared. "The girl, Mr Shelby, shall be returned to you when you have completed your end of the deal."

Tommy inhaled a sharp breath and shook his head. How had this happened? How had they gotten to his Liz? And what the hell were they doing to her?

"You have until ten tonight, Mr Shelby…and then I shall see about giving your Elizabeth Kimber back to you," Campbell said. "Although she said that she knew nothing of your plans and was leaving you…odd…perhaps she has more sense than I gave her credit for."

Tommy watched as he sauntered away and he remained stood where he was. Pressing his hands over his head, he knew what he had to do at that moment in time. There was no other option but to give Campbell what he wanted, regardless of how much it would hurt him. If Tommy had to see the inside of a prison cell then so be it. It was only when Elizabeth had been snatched away did he realise what she actually meant to him.

A/N: Bit of a shorter chapter but we're slowly coming towards another climax. If you have any thoughts or ideas then just leave me a review!