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I hope you still read this story, on the last chapter I only got one review, I am very thankful for that, but I still feel a bit disappointed. Is it only one who reads my story, in that case maybe I should end it now? You have your chance to tell me now!

Here is chapter 3:

When Jane reached the tower-room the shrieks were so piercing and so full of anguish that she almost didn't bare to open the door. Although she had to do it, she took a deep breath and pulled the door open.

The sight she was about to see is too frightful to mention, even for a writer. I must, though, say that Jane Eyre was now standing in front of a tall woman, whose hair was black and curly. A drop of red blood was running down her cheek, like a tear.

The woman was no other than Bertha Mason.

Jane could not think clear at the moment. Her face was pale, and her hands were trembling at the sight. She would not believe it, she wanted it to be a dream. She was hoping to wake up to find Edward beside her. She knew it was not possible.

The red drops of blood were still running down Bertha Mason´s cheek, Jane could see that they were coming from her left eye.

The pleading shrieks could be heard in the background, Jane however, couldn't hear them . For her it was still a dream, still a vision.

"Jane Eyre, finally you have come. I was waiting for you", Bertha said in a threatening tone.

Jane took a deep breath and looked the terrifying woman in the eye "Where is Mr.Rochester?"

"I am afraid I can not tell you" Bertha answered, with a superior smile.

"Yes you can. I know he is in here, I can hear the shrieks."

"How do you know they are from him? You have three maids, it could be one of them."

"Let me in Bertha!" Jane shouted, in desperate need to see who the shrieks came from.

"Mr.Rochester told me not to let somebody in, and I obey him, therefore I can not let Miss Eyre in."

Jane disregarded the fact that Bertha called her miss instead of mrs , instead she prepared to go in to the room. Just as she was about to force her way through the door she felt a knife against her throat.

Jane hesitated as Bertha moved closer towards her.

"You are a very intrepid woman Jane, I am suprised. When I first saw you I never could imagine a strength like this. You could be a proper assistant for me someday."

"Lay down the knife Bertha."

"I would, if I could trust you. However I am not sure I can. You are very innocent but not very predictable."

Jane sighed, not sure of how to handle the situation "I need you to put down the knife now. I swear I will not do anything."

"You need to swear an oath, Miss Eyre. Say after me: I shall not run away, by anycircumstances."

"I shall not run away, by any circumstances" Jane repeated with her eyes closed, not able to look the dreadful woman in the eye.

"I will obey your orders, even if I do not agree" Bertha continued, still with the knife to Jane´s throat.

"I will obey your orders, even if I do not agree."

"Fine. Pleasant talk Miss Eyre. Please step forward" Miss Mason said and released the grip of the sharp knife which she was holding like her own infant.

Jane was trembling when she stepped in to the room. As she passed Bertha she was expecting to see her husband, her loved one, in a chair. A wave of strange disappointment was felt by Jane when she spotted an empty chair. It was first by that time she realized that the shrieks ended the minute Jane opened the wooden door.

She could feel perspiration running down her forehead and a weakness in her legs could also be felt by Jane Eyre that particularly moment.

"Are you getting ill Miss Eyre? Your face is indeed pale and you are trembling. Perhaps you should rest" Bertha suggested with a sober half-smile.

"I am fine Miss Mason, can you be so kind to tell me where my husband is?" Jane responded, with a stress on the word 'Miss' .

"What are you saying Jane, your husband, who is that? The only husband I know of is Mr.Rochester and he is mine!"

Jane got upset about Bertha´s ignorance and cleverness that she completely forgot about the oath she swore on;

"How dare you call Edward your husband? How dare you?"

Bertha Mason passed Jane, glanced at her, and without a trace Jane felt the knife to her throat again.

"You have already broken a rule, Miss Eyre. I am getting a bit unsure of how long you will be able to endure. I, myself, have a suspicion it won't be for so much longer" Bertha threatened coldly.

"I…" Jane began, but could not end the sentence. Instead she dropped down on the bed next to her and fell asleep. The sleep would last long enough for Bertha Mason to finish her task.

"Good day, Jane" Edward said and turned to his wife with a smile on his lips.

"Good day, Edward" Jane replied, still feeling a bit shy of their new relation.

They had been married for a week now, a week full of hopes and dreams. Although Edward Rochester lost his eyesight in the fire last year, he could still feel Jane´s soft skin. He could still smell her flowery scent and most important was their long and imaginative discussions. Talks that could last forever, if it was not for their need of sleep and food.

"Jane, may I ask you something. That is if f you have the time of course?" Mr.Rochester questioned his wife.

"Yes of course I have time for my husband. I was just on my way to the kitchen." Jane answered with a broad smile.

"What are you going to do in the kitchen, Jane?"

"I was going to help Miss Dawson with the dishes, but I think I can procrasinate it to later."

Edward shook his head as she told him "Jane, we pay Miss Dawson to be our maid. You are not supposed to be the maid, Understood?"

"Yes, Edward. I will try to act like a lady, that I promise you. However I can not promise you I will avoid Miss Dawson. She is a lovely woman and she deserves to be confirmed."

Edward smiled at her, he loved Jane for being herself. Nowadays there always was a light in every day. That light was his wife.

"Jane, Are doing well?"

"Of course I am, do you even have to ask me a question of that kind?" Jane answered with a narrow smile.

"No, I just want to be sure that I am treating you in a proper way." he smiled searching for her hand. Jane took her husband´s hand in her own with a slight nod.

"You are treating me in the best way. I am so glad to have you in my life, Edward."

"I am glad too." Edward responded, and they both held hands for a while. Enjoying each other in silence.

Jane woke up with a jerk. The dream was different from her former dreams, this one was build on reality. On happiness. This was a dream about her and Mr.Rochester´s life, before she became a part of this dreadful situation.

She lifted her head slightly when she heard voices coming from the wardrobe space.

First it was only whispers but as the time passed the voices became clearer to Jane, she could hear Bertha´s sharp voice, and another darker more masculine voice.

All of a sudden she heard a door slam. Jane did not hesitate, instead she closed her eyes again, pretending to be asleep.

Steps came closer to her. Jane could feel a warm breath to her face and she could definitely hear the words coming from Bertha´s mouth, like a threat;

"I am sorry dear Jane, but you will have to go. Your death is our only way out of this."

Please tell me if you would like me to continue! I really need to know if I should begin to write a new chapter or not? And then again, any suggestions for future chapters?

Sincerely

- Amanda