Hi guys! It took me longer to write and edit this chapter than expected but here it is. I hope you enjoy.

4. Into the Wolves' Den

There was a quiet tap upon the bedroom door and a voice spoke loudly, "Is she ready? Almost all the guests have arrived." The voice belonged to a man with a strong lisp, in particular when pronouncing his 'r's.
"Yes, we're all done," Molly replied, still looking over Anna and smiling at the transformation. The bedroom door opened and in walked the man. He was short and was dressed in a butler's uniform.
"Wonderful, no one would suspect your one of those annoying rebels now," he said, looking over Anna, it instantly made her feel uncomfortable.
"Err… thanks?" she replied, somewhat offended by the butler's comment, "I am still part of the Resistance Group though."

The ginger butler ignored her comment and continued speaking, "Master Reaver has given me this for you to wear," he held up a black masquerade mask. The mask had a lace effect with small diamond detailing. Anna hesitated before taking the mask from the butler. She held it up to her face and allowed Molly to tie the ribbon behind her head to keep it in place.

Once she was wearing the mask, the short man gestured for her to leave the room with him. Anna did so, walking out of the bedroom and entering the corridor. She paused for a moment. This was where her and the other Resistance Fighters had entered the manor and also been caught.
"So, Anna is it?" the butler asked as the couple walked down the corridor.
"Err yes," she said quietly. With each step they took, Anna began to feel more and more nervous. She wasn't a fan of large social events anyway, never mind one attended by wealthy aristocrats.
"That's a pretty name for a pretty lady," the butler smirked, causing Anna to pull a face in disgust. The man didn't seem to notice or mind as he continued, "I'm Barry Hatch, faithful servant to Master Reaver."
"How lovely," Anna mumbled, clearly uninterested in the conversation.

The sound of music and laughter could now be heard, and it grew louder and louder as the couple approached the door.
"Oh you'll have such a good time," Barry said, turning to the young rebel with a cheeky smile. Anna nodded in agreement, but she highly doubted the party would be a good time for her. The butler continued, "if you need anything at all, just let me know." The emphasis the man put of the words 'at all' sent a shiver up the rebel's spine. She wasn't surprised a man as provocative as Reaver would hire staff with a similar mindset.

Barry took hold of the golden door handle and pushed open the door, revealing the room to Anna. It was a dining room, with a long table in the middle. Guests were situated on either side and were talking and laughing as a small band played music in the corner. At the head of the table sat the man himself, Reaver. The man was dressed completely in white and was wearing his infamous top hat upon his head. He too wore a masquerade mask, so did all the guests that sat at the table. Reaver's mask instantly reminded Anna of a bird, a raven to be precise, a bird associated closely with death. How fitting for a man like Reaver. He was speaking to a man sat close to him, looking completely uninterested in the conversation.

Anna inhaled sharply and stepped into the room. Her eyes instantly darted to the floor upon entering as she felt the room's eyes fall upon her. She was hoping to slip into the party unnoticed, but that plan now seemed harder than she had originally thought.
"Ah, ladies and gentleman," Reaver spoke loudly. Anna's eyes followed the sound of the voice. Reaver was stood up and looking directly at her, just like his guests were doing, "My guest of honour tonight, Lady Andrea Burton," Reaver chuckled darkly, before gesturing to the seat beside him, "Mon cheri, if you please."

The young rebel nodded once and began walking towards the seat. As she passed the guests in their seats she could hear them whispering and snickering. A quick glance to the group, revealed many men gawking at her and many women glaring at her judgingly.
'If I wasn't already on edge,' she thought to herself. It was to no one's surprise that Anna had never wore heels before, never mind walked in them, so she focused all her attention on each step she took, ignoring the glares she could feel and the whispers she could hear.

"Why's everyone looking at me?" she asked Reaver quietly as she took her seat beside him. He chuckled lightly, analysing his guests that were sat around the table.
"My dear, let's not pretend you're not the most stunning woman in the room," Reaver replied, his eyes straying from his guests to meet the rebel's. Her cheeks had flushed a light pink colour from his compliment.
"I'm not going to sleep with you, y'know?" Anna told him bluntly. She reached for the glass goblet that sat in front of her, bringing it to her lips and sipping the dark red liquid.
"Why? Have you got eyes for someone else?" Reaver smirked darkly, gesturing to the guests that sat at his table. Anna turned to look at each of them before reuniting her gaze with the business tycoon.
"No," she muttered, her eyebrows furrowing as she frowned, "I have taste."
"Clearly not, my dear," Reaver chuckled, turning his attention away from the rebel. Anna narrowed her eyes at the man. He conjured so many emotions and feelings inside her, a mix of fear, of anger and of annoyance. She rolled her eyes, biting her tongue to avoid saying anything.

"You're a new face," a man who was sat on the other side of her said. She turned her attention to him. He was a lot older than her and was dressed in a green suit. He had a dark head of hair and thick moustache that reminded Anna of a squirrel's tale. The rebel fought back a snicker as she took in his appearance.
"How observant," she replied to him, trying to mask the fear and nerves she felt in the situation.
"Indeed I am. So, where do you know Reaver from?"
"Err," she bit her lip as she thought. She couldn't just reveal to the man who she was and that she had met Reaver while breaking into his manor and attempting to murder him, "We kind of just ran into each other once."
"And are you his?" the man asked. Anna raised her eyebrows in astonishment, what a strange question for that man to ask.
"Excuse me? No I am-" she was cut off.
"Yes, she very well is," Reaver announced, annoyance laced strongly in his voice. "You may try your efforts with someone else."

The man nodded, his attention quickly diverting from Anna. The rebel turned her head to look at Reaver, completely in shock by what he had just said.
"I don't belong to you."
"Hm," he took hold of her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes, "A very bold statement for someone who has spent the past couple of days in a cage, maybe I'll have to put you back in there once the party's over."

Anna felt her stomach drop.

"I just want to go home," she mumbled. Reaver didn't let go of her chin, instead he tilted his head and smirked widely like a Cheshire cat.
"And where is home, mon cheri?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Anna instantly knew what she had said, he was trying to find out where the rebel base was. He must have guessed that's where she resided. She gulped loudly.
"That's a secret," Anna's voice was shaky, which only caused the deviant to smirk more. He pushed her chin to the side, exposing her neck. Reaver leaned in and Anna could feel his hot breath against her ear.
"I promise I won't tell our dear King Logan," Reaver whispered in her ear.
"I don't believe you," Anna said through gritted teeth. She didn't want anyone to be this close to her, especially Reaver.
"Hm," the businessman chuckled, playfully biting her earlobe before pulling away. Reaver's hungry eyes met hers and she instantly looked away.

The awkward situation was cut short by the waiters bringing in food. A large plate of food was placed in front of Anna and she was instantly reminded of how long it had been since she had last eaten. She had never seen so much food in front of her and as the rest of the guests began eating, she began too. The conversations at the table were incredibly dull for the young rebel but she acted as if she was interested. Reaver spoke of his business, his money and wealth and of his adventures. What he said of his adventures sparked Anna's curiosity, the man had seemed to have done a lot in his short life. The rebel estimated that he must only be around thirty.

It came at no surprise to the young rebel that she finished her dinner first. She had been absolutely starving and she couldn't restrain herself from devouring the entire plate of food. She picked the chalice of wine up and sat back in her chair, sipping the drink to wash down her food and also calm her nerves some more. This was the rebel's first time trying wine. The drink was hard to come by in the slums of Bowerstone Industrial. The tavern's there sold a range of watered-down beers, all of them equally as rancid.

It didn't take long for Anna's mind to wonder to her friends from the Industrial Area, Kidd, Matthew, Jerry and Jack. Throughout her entire captivity she thought about where they were and if they were okay. She prayed they were okay. Her eyes wandered to Reaver, he looked as smug as ever as he laughed and joked with his guests. He created a burning anger in the pit of Anna's stomach. What had he done to her friends that were captured? Why was she invited to the party and they were not?
"Where are my friends, Reaver?" she couldn't keep wandering any longer. Reaver turned to her, his usual smirk on his face.
"That's a secret," he said mockingly, copying her earlier reply to him.
"Don't play games with me."
"But why ever not, my little minx?"

Reaver reached out, taking the glass of wine from her small hands and bringing it to his lips. He quickly emptied the contents of the chalice down his throat. The businessman placed the empty glass on the table before grabbing Anna's wrist. With one swift moment, he pulled the rebel from her chair and into his lap.
"Reaver," she said through gritted teeth. The man chuckled, unphased by her aggressive tone. He stroked her cheek with the back of his gloved hand while his arm snaked around her tiny waist.
"Anna," he drawled, slowly looking over her body. Anna watched him intensely, nerves growing in the pit of her stomach.
"W-what are you d-doing?" she stuttered as his free hand brushed over her exposed cleavage.
"Playing, my little rebel," he replied, he smirked wolfishly. Anna's breath caught in her throat as she gulped hard.
"But I'm not a toy," she said weakly as their eyes met. Reaver could see how scared Anna was and it amused him greatly. He loved being in control, having the power over her.
"My sweet," Reaver spoke softly, "You're my little toy."

"Master Reaver," a familiar voice was heard. Both Reaver and Anna turned their heads to see the ginger butler from earlier stood there. Anna almost sighed in relief, she wasn't sure what Reaver had been planning to do with her.
"What is it, Hatch?" he said impaitantly, cocking one eyebrow. The butler, leaned down to Reaver, whispering something in his ear. Anna frowned at the two, unable to hear what they said.

"Ah, very good, Hatch. You know what to do now," Reaver said, allowing Barry to exit the room. Before Anna had the chance to question the deviant on the secretive conversation, he shoved her from his lap, causing her to land on the floor. She gasped, glaring at him angrily as he rose from his chair. He tapped his cane on the marble floor, the echoing sound grabbing the guests' attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen, and Anna," he looked down at the rebel, smirking darkly before shifting his attention back to the guests, "I promised you an entertaining night and I've just been informed the entertainment has arrived. Now if you will make your way to the balcony of the ballroom. I am sure we will all be in for a truly memorable night," he chuckled.

The guests smiled and began talking excitedly as they began to leave the room. Anna rose to her feet, wobbling slightly as she did.
'Wine is a lot stronger than beer,' she thought to herself as she followed the crowd of people.

Thanks for reading. Chapter 5 will hopefully be up soon.