Jae wrenched away from him, horrified.
"What? No! Get away from me!"
Gen. O'Hara's smile grew even more maniacal as he stepped forward, pressing the barrel of his pistol hard against Jae's middle and cocking it.
"I don't think you understand, Miss Barrington," he drawled, "I hold not only your sister's life, but yours as well, in my hands. Come to think of it, I even hold the colonel's life in them!"
Jae closed her eyes as tears began sliding down her cheeks. She had no choice but to do what he wanted, no matter how perverse his requests became.
"Don't worry, my dear," said the general in soft mock assurance, stroking the side of Jae's face before dragging his hand down her body, relishing in the feel of her well-proportioned curves; "You'll enjoy it more than you think.."
Jae's eyes snapped open as she shot the general a gaze so icy, that Hell itself would have frozen over.
Well, one could certainly mistake her for being Col. Tavington's blood daughter... he thought to himself, slightly thrown off by the glare, but then managed to give her one of his own.
"Get yourself cleaned up and meet me downstairs outside my quarters at midnight."
With that, Gen. O'Hara left the room and Jae collapsed on the floor in a heap, tears flooding her eyes as she lay trembling and crying for several minutes before her sister walked by and saw her through the open door.
"Jae? What's wrong?" Jula asked hesitantly, stepping into the room."
Jae shook her head and continued to cry.
"Jae... what happened to you?" questioned Jula, a slightly puzzled look crossing her face as she spotted the rip in the back of Jae's underclothes.
"Nothing..." Jae mouthed through her tears.
"Jae, come on, that's not nothing.. what happened?" Jula persisted, beginning to get nervous. "I'm getting the colonel-"
"No, dont!" Jae cried suddenly, grabbing her sister's arms. "Just don't, please!"
"Jae-"
"Please!"
Jae looked at her sister with pleading eyes.
"Jae, did someone do something to you?" Jula asked cautiously.
"No, but please, just... don't..."
Jula nodded, glancing warily at her sister as she pulled her into an embrace.
"Are you going to be all right?"
"I'll be fine. Just go. I'll see you later after I clean up."
"Alright, I guess I'll see you later then.."
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Later that evening, after her bath, Jae went to see her sister, but even after their meeting, though Jae was less upset than when she last saw her, Jula still felt something was wrong, so she decided to share her concerns with Col. Tavington.
"Jula, are you sure something happened to her?" he questioned, his facial features tightening slightly.
"Yes; she was crying so much she could barely talk, and she looked an absolute mess!" Jula replied urgently. "I mean, her corset was off, the back of her dress was undone, and the back of her underclothing was ripped. Colonel, I'm telling you, something has happened to her, but she won't tell me!"
"Alright, I'll talk to her. Is she in her room now?"
"I don't know; she wandered off after I last saw her."
"Then come with me; we need to find her."
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It was five minutes to midnight. Jae had spent the rest of the night after her encounter with the general in a horrified daze as she narrowly yet successfully managed to dodge both Col. Tavington and her sister, biding her time in the darkness of the cellar at the estate until midnight drew near. Then, as if guided against her will by an outside force, she made her way to the general's quarters and knocked on the door.
"Ah, Miss Barrington, I thought you might be dropping by; come in..." he drawled.
Jae looked up at him with a blank stare, carefully stepping into his quarters.
"Well, you've certainly cleaned yourself up." Gen. O'Hara said softly in her ear, his breath hot on her neck as she felt his fingers begin to unbutton the back of her dress.
Jae remained silent, frozen in horror, as the general eased her dress down until it fell to the ground and pooled at her ankles before quickly ripping the rest of her underclothes all the way down her back and pulling them off her shoulders. Jae crossed her arms in front of her, trembling as she felt the general's hungry hands on her back and neck.
"Delectable.. an absolute goddess..." he whispered in a lust filled voice, bringing his lips to the side of her neck and biting softly at the smooth flesh.
Jae stepped forward out of his reach, shaking violently with fear.
"Oh no no no, this is not what we agreed to..." Gen. O'Hara admonished softly, pressing himself against Jae's back and pulling her arms to her sides as he ran his hands up and down her exposed front.
"Stop your playing then! We both know what is going to happen, so get the hell over with it!" Jae snapped as some of her fire came back.
"Oh, so you do want this, do you?" asked the general, grinning perversely.
"Never; I just want the hell to end."
"Oh it will," replied O'Hara, jerking the rest of her underclothes off so that they fell to the ground softly on top of her dress; "But first comes the torture.."