Tavington was standing in the field of a small house on the Santee. It's been a couple of days now since Charlotte was taken by the militia and he was desperately looking for her and he would not rest until he found her. He was looking forward to her coming here in the colonies to be with him, but if he knew that she would have been the target of his nemesis, he would not had let her come. It was selfish of him to want her in his bed, although they clearly missed each other and enjoyed their time together since her arrival.
He was taken out of his thoughts by a man yelling in agony in the house. He sighed and headed back toward the house, Wilkins following closely.
"I'm sorry, Sir. He died," Bordon said, talking about the man lying on the table.
"Bring me the other one," Tavington said, shoving the body to the ground.
They were lucky to capture those 2 militia's men. Since he arrived here, he did a lot of things to a lot of men, and it was still captivating for him to see how much the human body could endure. The next man was brought in.
"This one is a rebel, and a thief."
"I'm not a thief. I'm a patriot."
"I might give you a chance to walk out of here alive, and to tribute all of this. All you have to do is tell where I can find Benjamin Martin and his rebels."
"It's funny, I thought you might be looking for your wife more than Benjamin Martin."
Tavington clenched his jaw. He had to remain as calm as he could. Losing his temper would not help him get informations.
"She has made quite an impression on the whole camp. Blue eyes, auburn hair, breasts to die for…"
"You will not speak of her in this way," the colonel clenched his fists so hard his nails marked his palms.
"She smells good too, like flowers or something like that. I noticed when I kissed her on her first day with us. I tried to lift her skirt to see her legs, but she hit me first. It's been a couple of days now; lord knows who else touched her too by now."
Tavington took a deep breath in; trying to remember this rebel was only trying to provoke him. Just the image of that man kissing his dearly beloved made him sick to his stomach. Although he smiled at the thought of Charlotte kicking this man, he lifted an eyebrow as he exhaled; his fist punched the man straight in the face.
"Stop talking about her."
"You have to understand that we also share your longing for her, that's all," Rollins said, blood filling his mouth.
"This is your last chance of telling me where they are hiding."
Rollins smiled and giggled. A smile came across Bordon's face, thinking the rebel was about to tell them where they are. But Rollins looked at the colonel, and spat directly in his face.
"Do your worst."
"I always do."