Sweet Revenge,

Chapter: 3

Disclaimer: I in no way own anything to do with TLW and no profit is being made from it.

PG-13

A/N: Please review, suggestions are always useful. Thank you to those who reviewed, I really appreciate it

GRAMMAR ALERT: I can look over my stories hundreds of times, but I'll still have grammar trouble, so please bare with me.

It was already starting to get dark on the plateau. Roxton's appearance had grown from worry to anger. Challenger asked Roxton with concern "Were do we start?" Roxton looked towards the ground. "Well I can see tracks going this way. By the size and shape of the prints they seem to human feet probably a male." "or a woman with big feet." Challenger joked, Roxton gave him a serious glare. "Challenger this isn't time for Jokes." "Yes, of course." Challenger answered.

Back in the cave the stranger had lit a fire, holding metal bars as he heated them in the fire. Marguerite stared worried at what he was going to do. Huddled in a corner bruises had formed on her face as she touched it, she wiped the blood from her lip, she earned from the strangers enjoyment of torturing the answers out of her.

"What are you going to do with those?" She asked, with dread in her voice.

Not looking up at her he asked. "What do you think?"

He held up a medal bar up to her arm, it glowed red from the fires heat.. "I'll ask you again, where are the plans being held?

"No." She answers. "Please, don't." She whispered.

He pressed it against her skin as it burned her flesh, as she screamed.

Roxton heard the scream and turned towards Challenger.

"Challenger didn't that sound human?"

"I'm not sure, it could have been a monkey."

"Challenger I have to find her, if something happened to her I don't know if I could forgive myself." "Damn this blasted plateau!" He yelled hitting his fist against a tree.

Challenger understood Roxton's concern

"Roxton it's not your fault, how would you know that someone would kidnap her?"

Roxton sighed. "You're right let's keep going."

Back in the cave: Marguerite crouched in a corner quietly crying. Marguerite couldn't believe that from all that she had been through that she would end up like this. A blubbering mess, like a wounded animal, she wished for death, rather the others find her like this.

The stranger went to her. "Don't worry I'm done with you tonight, so you can go to the back of the cave and sleep." Don't try to escape or I wont hesitate to shoot you."

Marguerite whimpered. "Please let me go, I'll give you whatever you want, except for the plans." The man laughed. "There is nothing you can give me, I can't go back without those bloody plans." Smacking her unconscious.

To be continued…

A/N: okay I stopped torturing her, for now, unlike real life, in stories, no character permanently dies, and that's what makes fiction so much fun. And writing is the cheapest form of therapy.

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