***Sorry the last one was such a cliffy, and that I took a while to update.
I'm afraid this one will be a bit of one too. ( But there is more on its
way. Thank you to all of my faithful reviewers – it really makes my day to
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and yah, as for the disclaimer thingy: Sadly, I don't own any of these
characters (even though I could make an AWESOME book about them!) and I
might make a few up later on, but as for now, I don't own peeps like Ella,
Char and them, or Frell and that good stuff. Thanks! And please
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"Char!" Ella screamed, but all that came out was a muffled squeal, hardly louder than a whisper. She twisted and pushed on her captors arms, now tightly wound around her waist, but they wouldn't budge.
He lurched backwards, pulling her under a tapestry, and through an empty door. Ella planted her hands firmly on the sides of the doorway, willing herself not to let go.
Then all at once, her wedding ring slid off, her hands slipped, and the thick piece of embroidery returned to its place, concealing the doorway.
He was pulling her through a stone tunnel which was lit by something behind her. She watched the doorway get farther and farther away, and tried to bit on her captor's hand.
He removed his hand, and a triumphant smile slid across Ella's face. She opened her mouth to yell, when his hand was replaced by a gag. Her heart fell. The gag worked all too well, and she could barely hear her own voice.
She tried to cock her head to see who had a hold of her when her eyes too were covered by a thick piece of material and all of her vision was lost.
Fear started to sink in, when she realized what this man could do to her, and her struggle became all the more vigorous.
"Oy! Wotcher!" a gruff man's voice said in return to her desperate escape attempt. Ella panicked even more upon realization that there was more than one person with her. She flailed her arms hopelessly, trying to wriggle free from his grips.
"I can't...god...get her to...bloody woman...stay...still!" the man holding her said, all the while trying to keep hold of her.
"Alright! Hold on..." this voice was a new one, a bit younger than the last, and Ella suddenly felt her self being forced to the ground.
Her hands and feet were both bound, and soon she was swept up and thrown over a man's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Ella let out a grunt when her stomach hit his shoulder blade. How she wished she could see! She wondered whether Char had noticed that she was missing yet, and that gave her a reassuring though. Surely they know all of the secret passages of the castle, Ella thought to herself. Surely he'll know right where I was taken. Yes...any minute now.
It was all Ella could do to think positive, but her thoughts were no where near correct.
The passage was a winding one, and for what seemed like an hour, but probably only twenty minutes, they walked and twisted their way through it. Her captors rarely spoke, and gradually Ella felt it getting colder, and danker.
All hope was slipping from her. They would have come by now if they really did know about the passage. Char wouldn't just leave her there. Hundreds of thoughts fought their way into Ella's head.
Who were these people? Where were they taking her? What did they want? And most of all, what would happen to her?
But her thoughts were interrupted as her carrier abruptly came to a halt. She heard some pounding, and the swinging of a door. Dirt fell onto her face. Shaking it off, she felt sun pouring into the dank hallway. She snapped her eyes shut, and guessed that they had probably opened a trapdoor from above.
She heard a couple a men climbing up, and soon she felt herself being pushed up too. Ella, having given up on trying to escape a long time ago, didn't even bother struggling. She was easily lifted, then thrown onto the ground carefully.
"Careful!" It was the young man again. "Master won't be happy if you harm the girl!"
Ella felt herself being dragged along the ground for several minutes, and then dropped again. She caught her breath. To her great surprise her blindfold and gagged were soon removed.
Sucking in the precious air, Ella noticed that she was in graveyard. It wasn't the one that mother had been buried in. It was cold and dark, even though it was well into the afternoon. She noticed that it was toeing the outskirts of Frell, and there were no other houses or people to be seen for miles that could help; there were only the ones underneath her.
"You're a pretty lil' lassie in the light, you are." A grungy looking man reached forward and grabbed her chin.
"I said she was not to be touched, Farrington", said a sharp and eerily familiar voice behind her.
Ella slowly turned her head and gasped. "You!"
"Char!" Ella screamed, but all that came out was a muffled squeal, hardly louder than a whisper. She twisted and pushed on her captors arms, now tightly wound around her waist, but they wouldn't budge.
He lurched backwards, pulling her under a tapestry, and through an empty door. Ella planted her hands firmly on the sides of the doorway, willing herself not to let go.
Then all at once, her wedding ring slid off, her hands slipped, and the thick piece of embroidery returned to its place, concealing the doorway.
He was pulling her through a stone tunnel which was lit by something behind her. She watched the doorway get farther and farther away, and tried to bit on her captor's hand.
He removed his hand, and a triumphant smile slid across Ella's face. She opened her mouth to yell, when his hand was replaced by a gag. Her heart fell. The gag worked all too well, and she could barely hear her own voice.
She tried to cock her head to see who had a hold of her when her eyes too were covered by a thick piece of material and all of her vision was lost.
Fear started to sink in, when she realized what this man could do to her, and her struggle became all the more vigorous.
"Oy! Wotcher!" a gruff man's voice said in return to her desperate escape attempt. Ella panicked even more upon realization that there was more than one person with her. She flailed her arms hopelessly, trying to wriggle free from his grips.
"I can't...god...get her to...bloody woman...stay...still!" the man holding her said, all the while trying to keep hold of her.
"Alright! Hold on..." this voice was a new one, a bit younger than the last, and Ella suddenly felt her self being forced to the ground.
Her hands and feet were both bound, and soon she was swept up and thrown over a man's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Ella let out a grunt when her stomach hit his shoulder blade. How she wished she could see! She wondered whether Char had noticed that she was missing yet, and that gave her a reassuring though. Surely they know all of the secret passages of the castle, Ella thought to herself. Surely he'll know right where I was taken. Yes...any minute now.
It was all Ella could do to think positive, but her thoughts were no where near correct.
The passage was a winding one, and for what seemed like an hour, but probably only twenty minutes, they walked and twisted their way through it. Her captors rarely spoke, and gradually Ella felt it getting colder, and danker.
All hope was slipping from her. They would have come by now if they really did know about the passage. Char wouldn't just leave her there. Hundreds of thoughts fought their way into Ella's head.
Who were these people? Where were they taking her? What did they want? And most of all, what would happen to her?
But her thoughts were interrupted as her carrier abruptly came to a halt. She heard some pounding, and the swinging of a door. Dirt fell onto her face. Shaking it off, she felt sun pouring into the dank hallway. She snapped her eyes shut, and guessed that they had probably opened a trapdoor from above.
She heard a couple a men climbing up, and soon she felt herself being pushed up too. Ella, having given up on trying to escape a long time ago, didn't even bother struggling. She was easily lifted, then thrown onto the ground carefully.
"Careful!" It was the young man again. "Master won't be happy if you harm the girl!"
Ella felt herself being dragged along the ground for several minutes, and then dropped again. She caught her breath. To her great surprise her blindfold and gagged were soon removed.
Sucking in the precious air, Ella noticed that she was in graveyard. It wasn't the one that mother had been buried in. It was cold and dark, even though it was well into the afternoon. She noticed that it was toeing the outskirts of Frell, and there were no other houses or people to be seen for miles that could help; there were only the ones underneath her.
"You're a pretty lil' lassie in the light, you are." A grungy looking man reached forward and grabbed her chin.
"I said she was not to be touched, Farrington", said a sharp and eerily familiar voice behind her.
Ella slowly turned her head and gasped. "You!"