Well, I was going to save this so I would have something to post tomorrow, but this will just force me to keep writing.
"What do you think Joe?" The man behind her spoke to the one blocking her path as he pressed himself firmly against her back. Having nowhere to turn, she froze. Her mind went blank as the man in front, Joe, reached for her.
Her eyes began to tear as his ruddy face slurred his words, "Bit old, but this lovely will do just fine." She cursed internally as her hands began to shake, her body betraying her emotions. He roughly grabbed her face and pulled her forward, leaning into the violent embrace. Her fingers clenched around the bag bearing the gift for her darling Charles. The weight of it in her hand and the thought of the gentle man waiting for her at the abbey spurred her into action. Before he could force his lips against hers, she brought her heal down sharply on his foot. Distracted and howling from the pain he released her. Elsie quickly wrenched free from the man behind her, but made it only a few steps before being confronted by the third man of the group.
The previously silent member of the trio was quicker than his compatriots and had seized her by the waist and kissed her before she could react. She gasped in surprise as he forced his tongue into her mouth. She bit down hard until she tasted blood. The man jerked away and she imagined she heard her butler's voice in the distance before receiving a stinging slap across the face for her efforts. The force behind the blow knocked her to the ground and she managed to let out a blood-curdling "Charles!" before a hand was forced over her mouth.
Charles had just changed directions heading to the abbey when he heard a cacophony of rude slurs coming from the main path to the house. He rolled his eyes, assuming the lads from the pub were telling tales of their exploits. He continued on his way until he heard what sounded like a scuffle break out from the same direction. He immediately headed back, concerned about what might be taking place.
The scene he saw in the distance filled him with an anger that shook him to his bones. He shouted and lurched forward, running with all he had toward the group. He could only see a group of three men and a smaller figure between them but he could imagine what was about to happen. As he got closer to the struggle he saw one of the men strike the victim of their exploits. At the sound of the familiar voice screaming his name he lost all control.
There you are. I wasn't going to post Charles' perspective until the next chapter but I decided against that.
What do you think? Too dark? Terrible? Let me know your thoughts.
Thanks for reading!