(Back to Mary's POV)
I was trapped. Backed into the corner of an empty stall by Alastor, who stood before me with a long leather whip.
"No! Alastor stop!" I cried, for my left arm and the side of my face were already dripping with blood from the whip.
Alastor struck again, catching the side of my neck, cutting deeply into the flesh and knocking me to the ground.
"I told you to help me!" Alastor hissed walking towards me.
"Alastor I can't help you… Alastor stop! Please! ALASTOR!"
As I lay curled in the corner of the stall I heard a distant voice call, "Mary…"
"William?"
"Mary…"
The voice grew louder and the stall and Alastor began to fade.
"Mary.."
The images faded completely and I realised that I was being shaken awake by William, whose eyes met mine with a terrified gaze.
"Are you alright?" He asked breathlessly.
"Just a dream. It was just a dream." I replied numbly.
"Mary you were screaming…"
"I.. It was Alastor; he whipped me.."
William put his arms around me, holding me to his chest.
"Good Lord Mary, you are warm."
"It has gone down." I replied, barely able to keep from shaking.
"Still.. I'm going to get Thomas. Your breathing is laboured, I can tell."
"William it's just"
"I'm not taking chances Mary. Not now, not with your being pregnant. How much have you been eating and drinking?"
I closed my eyes and replied, "Not very much."
"Mary.."
"I haven't been feeling hungry or thirsty for the past three days. Bordon has had to nearly force food and drink down me several times." I said honestly. "I try to eat and drink, but isn't enough."
William put a hand to his forehead, running his fingers through his hair, which hung unbound past his shoulders, and sighed in exasperation.
"I've got to go get my brother. I'll be back soon."
