Chapter 26: Discovered
She woke, praying as she always did that this was a dream, but again, as always, she was devastated that it wasn't. This was really happening. Her eyes were dry, she had cried all the tears she had left, and still her spirits had yet to reach the bottom of this well of despair and torture. She was unsure of how long she had been here, had it been a day? two? The memory of the night she had tried to escape slipped unbidden to the fore, and she was forced to relive it yet again.
"And just what have we here?" She twisted around in horror, expecting it to be Amos. When she saw that it was Arthur Bailey, she breathed a sigh of relief. At least she had until she saw the shadow come up behind him. Horror had overwhelmed her as the shadow conked Arthur on the back of the head. As he fell forward, the candle he had been carrying fell and nearly caught her nightgown on fire. She had moved barely out of the way, and had watched as the flame drowned in melted wax.
"Trying to escape? For shame!" came the dreaded voice beside her. The tears flowed more freely, blinding her even as she was blinded by the sudden darkness. He hefted her up over his shoulder once more and hurried back up the stairs with her, throwing her down on the floor of his room once more. "I'll be back for you," she heard him whisper before the tide of unconsciousness roared over her again.
When she woke, she did not know how much time had passed, but all thought of time vanished as she realized that it was light in the room, and Amos was sitting on the edge of the bed staring down at her. She had tried to scream as he stood up, but the gag was still firmly in place and her throat was so dry she could barely even squeak.
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He whistled a jaunty tune as he left the manor for a stroll. Things were going well now. He knew where Amara was, had known since the night that bitch Elizabeth had tried to escape. He smiled at the memory of what he had done to her. He stopped smiling when he remembered that the police were looking for Elizabeth. They had already searched everywhere in Port Royal except the manor houses, and soon they would no doubt resort to that. He would have to do something with her if that time came, but until it did he would enjoy the time they spent together.
He turned into the drive of the Turner's home and walked up to the door. After knocking, he waited with more patience than was his wont for the butler to open the door. When this happened, he told the man to tell Amara that she had a visitor, and to come and greet him with all possible haste. He never bothered to tell the man his name.
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"Madam," the butler interrupted politely, "you have a visitor who wishes to be seen immediately."
"A visitor?" she queried. "Who is it?"
"He did not leave a name, Madam, only that he wished to speak to you as soon as possible."
Before she could question him further, he had left the room. She sighed and set down her book. Who on earth would be visiting her here except possibly the chief of police--who was at his wits' end with both Arianne's case and now Elizabeth's. Never had Port Royal had such crimes committed in so little time. Hoping that it was indeed the chief of police, she rushed out of the sitting room and to the entryway to greet her guest.
When she saw him, she froze.
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He grinned widely at the look on her face. Oh, this was fantastic. He so loved to see the fear upon the faces of his victims. "Mother, darling," he said with a smile and stepped forward as if to embrace her. "It is so good I have finally found you! Father and I have been worried sick for you ever since you disappeared."
She stepped back hurriedly, her face a mask of disgust and hatred. "Then why didn't you send out a search party, Amos?" she asked, "I have been gone for a grand total of five days, surely you both wished for my return?"
"Oh deeply, Mother dear, deeply, but I convinced Father that it would not be prudent to bother the police now, not with so much going on. The governor's daughter would, after all, take precedence over you. I told him I would find you, and so I did, though not without a bit of help from a good friend of the both of us."
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Her head lolled back and forth as she slept fitfully. There was little else to do in this hellhole day by day when Amos wasn't there. Not that she was happy to have something to do when he was there. No, she was very grateful for his absences, it meant that he wasn't physically torturing her. At least when she had been taken by the undead pirates they hadn't touched her. She groaned, knowing no one would hear her for the gag muffling what little sound there was.
If she hadn't feared so much that Amos would be back any second now, she would have tried to escape again. The bastard often left the door open in plain sight to torture her more. She had tried again after that first night she could remember so little of. When he had caught her, he had tortured her more, but again she could remember nothing of it, and so knew not whether it had been more vicious than the last time.
He had been in a frighteningly good mood lately, mumbling to himself or whistling cheerfully as he went about tying new ropes about her wrists and ankles (which she could no longer even feel) or while he did things to her just for the sake of doing so. She shuddered to recall those things, refused to even give them a name.
God, when would she be released from this torture? Last time she had been captured Will had fought through wind and storm to save her. Where was her hero now?
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Amara stared at him uncomprehending for a moment, then horror crept through her soul, sending icy waves of terror through her body. Elizabeth? That monster had Elizabeth? As she thought this, she realized that she wasn't really surprised. It was no wonder he had known where to find her. As Amos grinned wickedly at her, the sickening feeling of defeat overcame her.
It was only a matter of time before he had his revenge of her as well.
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So sorry this one took so long as well. Forgot to e-mail it to myself before moving to the other house. Blah! And this dumb chapter just WOULD NOT flow! Argh, I hate it when they do that. Ah well, I hope it's good anyway. Thanks for your patience!
Now, to reply to a couple of questions:
Smushedfairy: I may not have implied things well enough in one of my chapters. He thinks Elizabeth is pregnant, as do the women at the luncheon she had so many chapters back. I'd be willing to bet that a LOT of people missed something in that. Blah, bad me! Also, about Norrington, who knows if he'll have a happy ending or not? Hard to say, really.
Rei no Kaze: Yes, Jack is the actor's first name...but James is the character's first name.
She woke, praying as she always did that this was a dream, but again, as always, she was devastated that it wasn't. This was really happening. Her eyes were dry, she had cried all the tears she had left, and still her spirits had yet to reach the bottom of this well of despair and torture. She was unsure of how long she had been here, had it been a day? two? The memory of the night she had tried to escape slipped unbidden to the fore, and she was forced to relive it yet again.
"And just what have we here?" She twisted around in horror, expecting it to be Amos. When she saw that it was Arthur Bailey, she breathed a sigh of relief. At least she had until she saw the shadow come up behind him. Horror had overwhelmed her as the shadow conked Arthur on the back of the head. As he fell forward, the candle he had been carrying fell and nearly caught her nightgown on fire. She had moved barely out of the way, and had watched as the flame drowned in melted wax.
"Trying to escape? For shame!" came the dreaded voice beside her. The tears flowed more freely, blinding her even as she was blinded by the sudden darkness. He hefted her up over his shoulder once more and hurried back up the stairs with her, throwing her down on the floor of his room once more. "I'll be back for you," she heard him whisper before the tide of unconsciousness roared over her again.
When she woke, she did not know how much time had passed, but all thought of time vanished as she realized that it was light in the room, and Amos was sitting on the edge of the bed staring down at her. She had tried to scream as he stood up, but the gag was still firmly in place and her throat was so dry she could barely even squeak.
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He whistled a jaunty tune as he left the manor for a stroll. Things were going well now. He knew where Amara was, had known since the night that bitch Elizabeth had tried to escape. He smiled at the memory of what he had done to her. He stopped smiling when he remembered that the police were looking for Elizabeth. They had already searched everywhere in Port Royal except the manor houses, and soon they would no doubt resort to that. He would have to do something with her if that time came, but until it did he would enjoy the time they spent together.
He turned into the drive of the Turner's home and walked up to the door. After knocking, he waited with more patience than was his wont for the butler to open the door. When this happened, he told the man to tell Amara that she had a visitor, and to come and greet him with all possible haste. He never bothered to tell the man his name.
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"Madam," the butler interrupted politely, "you have a visitor who wishes to be seen immediately."
"A visitor?" she queried. "Who is it?"
"He did not leave a name, Madam, only that he wished to speak to you as soon as possible."
Before she could question him further, he had left the room. She sighed and set down her book. Who on earth would be visiting her here except possibly the chief of police--who was at his wits' end with both Arianne's case and now Elizabeth's. Never had Port Royal had such crimes committed in so little time. Hoping that it was indeed the chief of police, she rushed out of the sitting room and to the entryway to greet her guest.
When she saw him, she froze.
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He grinned widely at the look on her face. Oh, this was fantastic. He so loved to see the fear upon the faces of his victims. "Mother, darling," he said with a smile and stepped forward as if to embrace her. "It is so good I have finally found you! Father and I have been worried sick for you ever since you disappeared."
She stepped back hurriedly, her face a mask of disgust and hatred. "Then why didn't you send out a search party, Amos?" she asked, "I have been gone for a grand total of five days, surely you both wished for my return?"
"Oh deeply, Mother dear, deeply, but I convinced Father that it would not be prudent to bother the police now, not with so much going on. The governor's daughter would, after all, take precedence over you. I told him I would find you, and so I did, though not without a bit of help from a good friend of the both of us."
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Her head lolled back and forth as she slept fitfully. There was little else to do in this hellhole day by day when Amos wasn't there. Not that she was happy to have something to do when he was there. No, she was very grateful for his absences, it meant that he wasn't physically torturing her. At least when she had been taken by the undead pirates they hadn't touched her. She groaned, knowing no one would hear her for the gag muffling what little sound there was.
If she hadn't feared so much that Amos would be back any second now, she would have tried to escape again. The bastard often left the door open in plain sight to torture her more. She had tried again after that first night she could remember so little of. When he had caught her, he had tortured her more, but again she could remember nothing of it, and so knew not whether it had been more vicious than the last time.
He had been in a frighteningly good mood lately, mumbling to himself or whistling cheerfully as he went about tying new ropes about her wrists and ankles (which she could no longer even feel) or while he did things to her just for the sake of doing so. She shuddered to recall those things, refused to even give them a name.
God, when would she be released from this torture? Last time she had been captured Will had fought through wind and storm to save her. Where was her hero now?
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Amara stared at him uncomprehending for a moment, then horror crept through her soul, sending icy waves of terror through her body. Elizabeth? That monster had Elizabeth? As she thought this, she realized that she wasn't really surprised. It was no wonder he had known where to find her. As Amos grinned wickedly at her, the sickening feeling of defeat overcame her.
It was only a matter of time before he had his revenge of her as well.
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So sorry this one took so long as well. Forgot to e-mail it to myself before moving to the other house. Blah! And this dumb chapter just WOULD NOT flow! Argh, I hate it when they do that. Ah well, I hope it's good anyway. Thanks for your patience!
Now, to reply to a couple of questions:
Smushedfairy: I may not have implied things well enough in one of my chapters. He thinks Elizabeth is pregnant, as do the women at the luncheon she had so many chapters back. I'd be willing to bet that a LOT of people missed something in that. Blah, bad me! Also, about Norrington, who knows if he'll have a happy ending or not? Hard to say, really.
Rei no Kaze: Yes, Jack is the actor's first name...but James is the character's first name.