"The Incident Part 2"
The girl lay crying under him. While he kissed her neck all the time, his breath calmed down again. Slowly he came down from the ecstasy he had just experienced and became master of his senses again. He removed his hand from her wrists and grabbed her chin, turned her face to himself. "Look at me", he said to her and the reddened eyes met his gaze. Silently they looked at each other and the longer they were in that position, the more Tavington felt compassion. He just couldn't help it and wiped the tears off her cheek. With big eyes she stared at his face and now she looked at it more closely. He was a handsome man with an even more beautiful face and she wanted to touch it. She slowly stretched out her hand and carefully stroked the contours of his cheek and chin with her index finger. Tavington let her go and he grinned. His ice-blue eyes looked deep into hers. These eyes, his eyes - they were incredible and the girl couldn't take her eyes off them. But what she had just experienced reappeared before her again. There were those eyes again, dark and cold, they pierced her body. But something else had changed. His behaviour. He was different and she could not understand why that was so.
Tavington's hands stroked through her long blonde hair and her fingers touched the black leather strap from his helmet he was still wearing. She wanted to loosen this part but failed. Again he grinned and helped her by pulling the strap a bit forward towards his chin and finally taking off the helmet and dropping it carelessly off his side. Now she saw his eyes much better and also his hair. She was captivated by the sight. Her hand wandered further into his neck and her fingers stroked over his warm skin. The other hand of hers lay on his shirt and she felt the quick beat of his heart.
Tavington endured her tenderness and he was not surprised. He had taken her virginity a few minutes ago and enjoyed her reaction. She was no different than the other women he slept with. They all wanted his attention and they all got it. It amused him to a certain extent that these young ladies first resisted him and didn't want to admit the reactions of their bodies. Then they gave in and he got what he wanted from them. Her body and her hidden desire to satisfy her lust.
The young and pretty thing lying under him in his arms was no exception. His hand stroked over her face, over her lips and he bent his head down to her and wanted to kiss her. But at the last moment he hesitated, moved away from her and withdrew from her. Without saying a word, he sat up and knelt in front of her. His gaze wandered through the wagon. Apparently he was looking for something. It was a blanket he took now and wiped his dick with it. He threw it over to her. Confused she looked at him while he closed his pants. She tried to sit up and take the blanket. But now she clearly noticed the pain in her abdomen. Tavington saw her reaction and bent over to her. "It always hurts the first time!" Tenderly his hand stroked over her cheek. She nodded her head slightly. He took his helmet and put his knife back into his boot. Wordlessly he let her sit there and as fast as he appeared in her life, it now seemed he would disappear again just as quickly. She felt hurt, abused, alone. She had lost everything and he would leave her in her condition, she would kill herself.
But before he left the wagon, he turned to her. "What is your name', he asked and grinned. He looked arrogant. "My name is Susan," she replied. He pulled his eyebrow up. Actually it didn't matter what her name was and she was just one of many. At the latest in two hours he would have forgotten her and all this here. But until then he wanted to spend some time with her. "Colonel William Tavington, Green Dragoons," he introduced himself. Her face froze and only now did she really realize who he was.
He got out of the wagon and turned away to go. She pulled herself together despite her pain and called after him. "What happens to me now?" He turned half to her and looked at her angrily. "Now my love and that is all up to you! If you do what I tell you, then nothing will happen to you!" He looked briefly at her dead parents and then at her again. "Maybe you will rest. It would be too bad if you were too tired right away!" He grinned and she had to swallow at his sentence. She realized that he was far from finished with her and the thought of it turned her stomach and she got sick.
Tavington went straight into the forest and she looked after him. When she couldn't see him, she thought about what to do. She sat there pulling her knees very close to her body. Trembling and in pain she waited. There was no possibility for her. Just wait and hope that Colonel Tavington would let her live. It was like an eternity when he came back to her. He had tied Blizzard very close to a tree and now went back to Susan. She was still sitting there petrified.
Tavington got up into the wagon and took what he wanted and what belonged to him. After 2 hours he finally let go of her. He had taken her again and again. His greed for her was insatiable. He quickly dressed and went to his horse. In the wagon Susan lay on her side. She trembled and was in pain. Her dress she was wearing was barely more than a shred. But with all the suffering she had experienced, there was a strong will in her and she wanted to survive. She stood up and slowly and quietly got out of the wagon. Her eyes looked at Tavington and he stood with his back to her. He didn't notice how she wanted to hide in the forest. But she hadn't paid attention where she was going and so she stepped on a branch lying on the ground. It cracked loudly and she flinched. Tavington heard this noise and turned to her in a flash. His face full of anger, his eyes full of hate and he pulled his saber. She wanted to flee from him, but he was faster. With big steps he went to her. He pulled out his weapon and caught her in the back. A loud scream came out of her mouth and she collapsed. Tavington put the saber away and bent over her. Her eyes were wide open, her breath flat and fast. He sat down on her upper body so that she lay between his angled knees. With an arrogant grin he looked down at her. "You stupid girl," he said. He had pressed his teeth hard against each other. No answer came from her and he didn't expect it either. He knew only one thing. He had to end it now and here. But also that he had to be fast. The danger that he was caught here was great.
His hands grabbed her neck and he squeezed. So firm and hard that she fainted. He pulled out his knife and cut her throat. Slowly from one side to the other. The blood splashed on his uniform and face. But it didn't bother him. As he rose, he wiped his knife on his pants and put it back in his boot. "Damned virgin," he said, disdaining his mouth.
He searched the covered wagon and found what he was looking for. He took cigars, whisky and various other things with him. He packed everything in his saddlebags. He unhitched the two horses and was to accompany him as well. Slowly he rode out of the forest and no look back from him on what he had done there. No interest in the dead people. It meant nothing to him. Those people there meant nothing to him. They were just in the wrong place at the wrong time and Tavington was just in time. He had a bad day anyway and his mood was pretty much in the basement. It was not okay what he was doing and he knew that too. But at that moment he didn't care and he just listened to his inner demons that drove him to it. With a relaxed face and a smile on his lips he rode back to camp. He had no idea what time it was now and that people were worried about his absence.