Comments: Thanks guys, for your reviews! In the conclusion of the first chapter, some of you probably thought I would go more in depth with Marguerite's past, but I think it's still a very controversial topic, that I feel I'm not good enough a writer to explore. Maybe after this fan fic, I'll see if I can write one where it actually explains about Marguerite's past and why she funded the trip. I wish TLW would actually give us some clue as to why she did so and what happened to her back then. Well, hope you like this second chapter, I'm just going to write as I think, so I still do not know where exactly I'm heading toward. Feel free to give a review and tips, and sorry for the infrequent updates if they happen!!
Chapter 2
Immediately following his outburst, Roxton deeply regretted his harsh response to Marguerite. With all his pent up emotions towards Marguerite and the frustration at not being able to escape and bring Marguerite and himself out of harm, he just couldn't handle it anymore and blasted the first person who unfortunately goaded him. It just so happened that the first person unfortunately had to be the only person that ever cared about him and that he cared back.
"Marguerite…" Roxton didn't know what to say, that would take back all the damage that he had inflicted upon her. He had seen her tears before she had a chance to turn her face away. *** Damn it! Why am I such an idiot! I know Marguerite has had a bad past, as have I, but I shouldn't have assumed anything…
Roxton decided to try again, "Marguerite, listen, I----" Before Roxton could continue, the slave traders walked towards them.
"Let me introduce you to myself, my name is Salin, leader of these slave traders. (Hehe sorry guys, that was pretty lame, but I had to give one of them a name, or else I'd be saying slave trader this and slave trader that, throughout my story.) I was quite amazed when the boys told us how easy it was to capture you two. From the stories we've heard of your two and your friends, we thought we'd encounter a more difficult job. I suppose we thought wrong."
"How about you and your friends free us before our friends come to save us. It'd save you some time and blood." Roxton stated half-heartedly, knowing that even the stupidest of all slave traders, wouldn't fall for it. ***At least it's worth a try.
Roxton glanced over at Marguerite's direction and felt a stab of pain. She still had her face turned away from his, but he could see her hands fisted, knuckles white.
Salin followed Roxton's glance, and commented, "Why the long face, pretty?"
Marguerite finally turned her face, and sized Salin up. Looking slowly, purposely, from head to toe, then back again, before scoffing, and turning her face away again.
Salin, enraged at her distaste and scoff, stormed at her and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "I do not appreciate insolence. If you want to live to see tomorrow, I suggest you show me some respect," he growled at her.
"Let go of her you bastard!" Roxton yelled, hating to see someone else's hands, besides his, touching her.
"What is it to you!" Salin inquired, while releasing Marguerite's chin and slamming the butt of his rifle into Roxton's stomach.
Marguerite, upon hearing Roxton's pain filled grunt, turned to look at him. Roxton was bent over, as much as the bonds on the tree would let him. Making sure that he was technically alright, she turned her face away quickly, not wanting him to know about her concern for him.
"This little pretty wouldn't happen to be yours, would she? I notice how she won't look you in the face. What happened, a lovers quarrel maybe? Salin snickered.
"I haven't seen such a pretty face in a long time, maybe tonight....," Salin let unfinished, having the threat linger in the air.
"You lay one finger on her, and you're dead, " Roxton responded.
Salin gave Roxton a smirk, eyes gleaming.
"Okay men, untie the two from the tree, and tie their hands behind their backs. We're heading towards the Amazon village now."
"It'll take a couple of days before we reach the village. The longer the better..." Salin whispered the last part so that only Roxton could hear, and looked over at the unknowing Marguerite.
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To be continued... Hey guys, sorry for the short chapter! Also sorry for not having Marguerite talk at all in this chapter, but she's still hurt over Roxton's assumptions and therefore disturbingly silent.