Hey guys, sorry it took this long for this chapter, but I haven't had the time. Thanks for the reviews, they really help! I'm still not sure about where I'm headed with this story, or how many chapters there will be, so please bear w/ me! Hmm, I'm just going to write as I think, so hopefully I think of something good right now : ) By the way, I know some of the characters' reactions might not be compatible to the real characters' reactions on the show, but I haven't been watching TLW for a long time, and am still learning about each and every character! So sorry for the mistakes! Hope you like it still though!
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"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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Salin, Marguerite, Roxton, and the group of slave traders have been walking towards the Amazon village for 3 hours. The sun is slowly setting and in a matter of minutes, the group will have to turn in for the night….
Roxton and Marguerite still have their hands tied behind their backs, and are being forced to walk by the ends of the slave traders rifles.
Salin glances back at Roxton, and gestures at the setting sun, before addressing the group "After we pass the upcoming hill, let's turn in for the night. We need to rest up for tomorrow's long day…." Looking directly at Roxton, then glancing at Marguerite, he added, "and tonight's…."
Roxton understood Salin's hint, and muttered beneath his breathe, "bastard…"
*** If he lays a finger on Marguerite, I'll kill him! I need to warn her, and hope and pray that she'll actually listen to me.
"Marguerite," Roxton called. Marguerite stopped walking but still faced forward, waiting for him to continue. "I know I was a real jerk back there, but you need to listen to me. Do not go anywhere near Salin tonight. You need to be careful around him. I know his type, and I want you on your guard at all times."
Marguerite slowly turned to look at Roxton, and with wounded eyes, said quietly, "Basically you're telling me to not act like myself, right? To not show my whore like airs, like I normally do…" After giving one last look at Roxton, she continued walking.
"Marguerite, it's not like that! I'm sorry about what I said back there today, but I didn't mean it! I was frustrated and impatient, and I took it out on you! I'm sorry Marguerite…" Roxton had paled considerably when Marguerite had quietly responded to his warnings.
"It's alright Roxton, I know how you truly feel about me. There's no reason for excuses," she responded in a subdued voice.
"Marguerite, you don't und…" Roxton tried, before getting interrupted.
"Stop talking and start walking!" one of the slave traders ordered.
The two started walking again, but Roxton was not to be quieted.
He decided to try again, "Marguerite, you don't understand. What I said back there was truly said out of frustration and impatience! I know you're not like that! You're anything but a whore! The passion in you when we're together is what I adore about you! You're touch, your presence, even your witty remarks, everything about you…is….is….it's why I….it's why I lo---" Roxton was interrupted by the butt of a rifle to his stomach.
"I thought I told you two to shut up!" yelled the slave trader, before slamming the rifle into Roxton again.
"John!!!" Marguerite screamed.
Roxton fell to his knees, and hunched over. The bonds on his hands restrained him from getting back up. Except, after catching his breath, he swung his leg in the direction of the slave trader's back knees, and tripped him into crashing onto the moss-covered floor.
"Why you…" the slave trader reached for his rifle, which had fallen onto the ground. Roxton couldn't reach because of the restraints of the bonds, so kicked at it so that it was far away from both of them.
Unbeknownst to Roxton, Salin, holding a rifle, stood behind him. As Roxton finished kicking the rifle from the slave trader, Salin brought down the rifle onto Rockton's head, leaving Roxton to slump onto the ground, unconscious.
"No!!! John!!!!," Marguerite desperately called to him. She ran towards him, but Salin wrapped his arm around her waist and breathed into her ear, "Leave him my dear. We've got more important things to do," and tightened his grasp on her while pulling her towards his aroused body.
Marguerite tried to reach for Roxton, but Salin kept his grip. She turned her face towards him, "Never," and spat onto his face."
Salin, enraged at Marguerite's declaration, used his free hand and slapped her hard across her right cheek. A drip of blood slowly trickled out of the side of her mouth, and Marguerite could feel the sting of his blow on her cheek, knowing that it was going to swell soon.
"Before the end of tonight, you'll regret that…." Salin threatened, and threw her onto the ground, next to Roxton's unconscious figure.
Marguerite could fill shivers of disgust travel through her body, but ignored it, in her attempt to get closer to Roxton.
"John! John, please wake up! I'm sorry! I need you in my life…John, I need you…" Marguerite whispered, while her tears slowly trickled down her cheeks, stinging the one that was slowly swelling.
"Well everyone, set up the tents, I suppose we need to stop for the night. I suppose it's also for the best, seeing how I have some unfinished business that I can wait no longer to fulfill….or conquer," Salin stated, while the others knowingly chuckled, and slowly walked towards Marguerite.
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Yah I finished chapter 3! Hope you guys like it!! It's not that short, yet not that long either, sorry! Will Roxton awaken in time to save Marguerite? Or will Salin accomplish the worst?