Chapter 4: The Rules
"I have a lover back home, not that it's any of your business. General...?" I said eyeing up the man.
"You shall address me as General Homes. Do you hear me, Maggie?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?" He asked.
"Yes, General Homes." I said, giggling at his name.
"What may I inquire is so humors?" He asked, sternly.
"I think your name is quite funny, General." I answered respectively.
"Well, then, I suppose you may address me as George."
"You mean your name is George Homes?" I asked.
"Correct. Now, anymore questions?"
"No."
"Good, then it is time for the rules." George said, smiling. "The first rule is don't try to run. The second rule is behaving like a proper lady. The third rule is no attacking me, or my men. And the last rule is don't speak, unless spoken to. That means no telling anyone you're being held hostage. Understand?"
"Yes, General George."
George chuckled, standing up, and stepping out of the carriage, "Have you decided to come out or not? You may do as you wish, but keep the rules in mind Maggie."
"I not going anywhere with you--not ever." I spat at him.
He stepped back into the carriage, shut the door, roughly grabbed my jaw, looking directly into my eyes, and said, "You shall follow me. You, now, have just lost all your rights. You are mine, now. And after acting like that you should be glad I'm not going to chain you to the carriage. Do you hear me? Are you glad you have such a kind and forgiving master?"
I definitely whipped my head free and looked him in the eye as I said, "You can call your self what ever you want, and you can call me whatever, but that doesn't meant that I will obey, or listen to you."
"Get yourself under control, I shall be outside, when you calm down, you may join me. No! You shall join me." George said, opening the door, stepping out of the carriage, and shutting the door.
What would he do to me if I didn't behave? Oh, lord! He wouldn't force me into his bed? He couldn't. I won't let him. But how could I stop him? I'm not the kind girl who cares any weapons, mot even hidden tin my clothes. I could pound on him, but I did that when he was taking me from my house, and he did nothing about it.
"Are you aright, Maggie?" George asked.
"Oh, yes." I said, "I just got lost in thought, General Homes." I pushed open the door, to see him leaning against the carriage, on the opposite side of the door.
"Do you feel better, Margaret?" George asked.
"What!" I shouted, in shock. My father was the only one who ever called me 'Margaret'.
"Is there a problem?"
"Yes"
"What exactly would that be?"
"You called me Margaret."
"And your point is?"
"Only my father calls me that. You have no right."
"You best watch your tongue. You wouldn't want me to lose my temper, now would you?"
I studied the camp for a moment, when my arm was suddenly grabbed. Then lifted, slightly, and a knife was placed on my restraints. I heard the sound of something being cut then my wrists fell.
"That should feel better, bur you try anything and I'll put you in shackles."