Well the plot yes but that's it
Ok, here's the 3rd chap. A WARNING! – there's a bit of violence (rape – sort of) so if you don't like that kind of stuff, we advise you not to read. We don't think its very explicit, but if anyone think the rating should be higher, let us know!
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Chapter 3
Susannah's POV:
I ran and ran till that big, magnificent house was out sight. I didn't know what to do. I knew deadly information which I could not just tell anyone for fear that they would think I was in on the plot. Plus, I had lost the piece of paper with all the details and I only knew some of the plot, only that the Queen was to be murdered by some bastard named Paul. I didn't even know his full name, how was I going to stop him?
On top of all of that he was sending his cronies after me, who were dead as well as alive. They haunted me. I was and still am terrified of them. If I stayed with the De Silvas they would start haunting them as well, and I didn't want that.
That was out of the question; even though they were close to the Queen, which would have been a benefit, but unfortunately their (gorgeous) son was the head of the police who were after me. It was a hard choice and either way I would not benefit. If I told them what I knew concerning the Queen, she would be safe but then I would be arrested and if I didn't tell them I would be safe and the Queen dead and I would STILL be chased by the police! Arghh why does this always happen to me!
I always have to either save people, tell them stuff that could save souls or break into their house and steal stuff and then get in trouble.
It's really not fair.
As I was having this inner debate, I was running unknowingly to my home behind the unused bar. It was a tiny little place with not much color. Grey and black were the main ones. I know, rather sinister but this was the only place I could find where I would not get disturbed.
Finally I rounded of the final corner and was home. I fell to the floor after so much running, completely exhausted. I lay there for a few minutes before sitting up and looking around…. Paul's cronies had been here. They damaged everything! My once pitiful enough bed to start with was now reduced to just a pit of ash, they had burnt it! The nerve!
The rest of my little shack was just as bad. The candles had been broken, the half desk I had was chopped up in pieces. I'm going to get back at them even if it takes all my power, I vowed fiercely. They ruined everything, even the small portrait I had of my father was gone. It was now just another mound ash. Thank God I still had my mother's locket, which was securely tied, around my neck.
I got up from my position and walked out of my now damaged home. I walked for a bit with tears running down my face.
This gift I had was ruining my life.
I walked till I got to a cross section in the road, and I blindly went to my left and saw a fountain. I sat on the edge of it and made a wish "Please make this dreadful gift or curse or whatever you want to call it go away." I then looked at my reflection. I looked so different from my normal self. I looked beautiful from the make over the De Silva girls performed.
But instead of having my hair in a neat bun half of it had fallen out of it and was now hanging loosely around my shoulder. My make up was smudged from my tears and my dress was now a shade of dark grayish and smudgy pink. I still looked like a noble women but a scared, sad, hurt one. I no longer had the happy glow that I had had earlier in the evening. I was now just an ordinary well dressed girl.
I sat there for a bit, thinking about all my troubles when all of a sudden I felt as if I was being watched. I stood up and started to walk into a small alley, walking faster and faster as I heard footsteps behind me. I started to run and when I heard no more footsteps sat on the floor, my face flushed from so much running. I sat there for what seemed ages, thinking about how that must have been one of Paul's cronies, before I heard the sound of voices laughing as if they were drunk.
Not two minutes later, four big men appear in front of me. They were completely drunk and had smug smiles on their faces as they saw me, a girl quivering in the cold night air.
'Oooh look what we've found!' the first one shouted to the others.
'What's a lovely young girl like you doing out in the street at this time of night?' He asked after giving the others a wink. I just ignored him and tried to walk past, but was unsuccessful. One of them, bold and ugly, stopped me and pushed me to the floor.
A large, heavyset blonde one said, 'I guess we're gonna have us some fun, after all, tonight!'
My eyes widened at that. Fun! I knew what they meant by that! And there was no way I would let them! I had beaten up and gotten away from men twice their size, they were ghost and even harder to fight.
I started to push past them but same as before, they held me back. These men were strong. I tried again but to no avail. I couldn't get away. So I tried a different approach. I kicked the first one in his balls; he fell to the ground, and punched another one in the stomach.
While I was doing that, I did not notice the other two coming closer to me and finally grab me. They pushed me up against the wall and started running their hands up and down my body as they waited for the other two to recover. As soon as the other two were up they came closer to me and took their turn to feel me up as well.
Once they had all had a nice feel of what I would feel like without my dress on the first man started unlacing it and the others watched as more and more of my pale skin was exposed. My undergarments and corset (which Amber and Mercedes made me wear!) were becoming undone. I was terrified I couldn't get away and they were going to rape me!
Not two minutes later was my corset off and carelessly thrown on the floor whilemy bodicewas flying freely open to expose my chest to any one who walked by. Their hands were pressing and pinching my breasts, I almost shouted in pain! Tears were steaming down my face as they started to pull the rest of mybodice off of me. One of them had started to unbutton his pants.
They had once again pushed me against the wall and were now holding me down so that I did not move an inch when they entered me.
Just about when I had lost all hope of ever getting out of this place unharmed, I heard a strong, deep masculine voice say,
'Stop! I order you to stop! In the name of the Queen!'
A wave of relief coursed through me, and instantly, I knew I'd be safe. My savior had come.
And sure enough there stood Jesse with about five other men who I assumed were also part of the secret police. My captors all stopped what they were doing and let go off me suddenly as if I was burning hot coal. I fell to the floor too exhausted to stand up, tears still running down my face.
Not even realizing that there were even more men around and that half my body was exposed to them, I just lay there crying my eyes out, while the men were captured and led away by the soldiers only leaving only me-and Jesse.
'Susannah! What do you think you were doing?' He said the fury evident in his voice. He soon saw that I wasn't going to answer him and so said, 'Answer me, Susannah! You almost got raped! Running away in the first place and then not going to stay anywhere just staying in the street! You must be CRAZY to do such a thing! In the middle of the NIGHT! You could have been
KILLED! Do you hear me!'
After he was done shouting at me and what could have happened he slide down next to me and touched my hair saying,
'I'm sorry I shouted at you, I shouldn't have, but I was...so worried.'
I looked up and him and smiled gratefully.
'Y-you saved… you saved me. Even m-maybe my life. Thank you so much!' At that I almost threw myself on him but refrained my self when I saw the look on his face and the fact that it was red as a tomato and where he was looking more precisely. That's when I realized that my undergarments were halfway down my body.
Exposing my chest and more than that.
I quickly grabbed the top of mybodice and tied it up. I then crawled around looking for my corset and my pink dress. I threw on my corset and tightened it and then put on my now ripped dress.
Once I was completely dressed Jesse seemed to come back to normal, he still had a faint blush but was looking at my face. Not my eyes but my face.
He cleared his throut before saying, 'Uhmm…… maybe we should get you home soon? Don't you think?' He then stood up and walked to his horse. He looked at me expectantly. I stared back at him and smiled at him weakly before standing up and almost falling over from shock of what had happened to me. I walked to the horse and he helped me on.
He got on after me and started steering his horse back to his mansion. We rode slowly and steadily for about an hour before we got to the big iron gates of his house. He led his horse to the stable and helped me off the horse.
We walked slowly up the front steps of his house and opened the front door. We walked into the front hall and saw a light glowing and Lord Cristiano sitting on the stairs with his wife, Lady Alyssa, next to him her head on his shoulder.
As soon as they saw their son standing there with me, looking terrible I'm sure, they shot up and ran towards us. Talking a mile a minute.
'Where did you go? What happened? Why did you leave?' those were the only questions I heard coming from Lady Alyssa's mouth. I was not in the mood to answer and I think Jesse noticed so he pushed me up the stairs saying, 'Susannah go to bed for now, and rest,' and then to his parents, 'Madre, Padre she will tell you tomorrow morning when she is feeling better.' He then said something else but I was already up the stairs and half asleep to hear him.
I walked into my room and pulled off my dress corset and undergarments replacing them with a clean nightgown found in the chest of drawers.
I then went under the covers of the bed and fell asleep almost immediately but not before I thought of the days' events and what Jesse had done for me.
He had saved my life.
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