If you were wondering when this story was going to get serious, then this is it. I decided to have the climax of what I call "part one" of this story split over two chapters. Both have very, very different tones. Once I have chapter 13 up, I can start to make the transition into "part two". Any of you remember how I estimated this story to be about 20 chapters? Yeah? I was so wrong. This could, potentially, providing I don't lose interest, have well over 40-50 chapters. Sound good?
A warning: If you don't like violence, the objectification of women, blood, or nasty villains, stop reading. I even got a little queasy writing some of this, but this is the way I always planned it.
Special thanks to Valenelle, who almost always consistently reviews this. It is very much appreciated, especially coming from someone who also writes. (:
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, yeah. We get it. I don't own potc.
Kay, time to get reading? I think so! :D
~Chapter Twelve~
Angelica looked up tentatively. She couldn't see much, although she could just make out the parameters of the room. There was a wooden table and two chairs against the other wall, and a lantern placed centrally on the table. The candle inside flickered, as it wore down the wax. Angelica tried to focus on the flame, to try to keep her thoughts at bay. She didn't want to think of the possibilities that awaited her. She didn't want to think of Jack's position. She doubted they would get out of this. Her hand drifted to the front on her shirt, feeling the sharp edges of the blade. She hoped it wouldn't be found. She hoped she wouldn't have to use it. It was just this morning that she had been in the convent. In the convent, a single day away from taking her vowels, bound to live a chaste life, forever. That was well and truly broken now. She would be exiled if she ever attempted to return to that place. As for Jack, he had lost everything. His ship, his quest and his dignity. It had all gone. He was left, as vulnerable as she was, in a jail cell under the close watch of the notorious Spanish guard. She wondered if she had the courage to use it if necessary. She could hardly bring herself to touch it, let alone use it.
Her thoughts were interrupted as the door started to creak open. She took her hand off the blade so as not to arouse suspicion. She watched cautiously as the man entered the room. She recognised him instantly. It was the guard. The guard from the town. The guard that had stopped her. A flicker of fear curdled itself up in the pit of her stomach as he came into view. This is how we were discovered. Her blood boiled as she glared intensely at him. He rested his back against the door, wearing a mischievous smug grin. Angelica stood up and approached him. "¡TRAIDOR!" She lunged towards him as the words left her mouth, but he quickly pushed her back, thrashing her roughly against the wall. Her forehead smashed against the jaded stones, as the impact sent her falling down to the ground. She wanted to hold her head in her hand, though she couldn't make sense of her surroundings, and couldn't seen to coordinate her hands to bring them up to cradle her head. A malicious laugh echoed around the room, as Angelica let out a groan of intense pain. The man hauled her up to her feet. "Oh, no. I am not the traitor here." He raised a finger and pointer it directly at her forehead, digging his finger in to the open wound created by the thrashing. The blood smeared across her forehead, as she tried to back away from him, only he pushed her back. "You are the reason we are here!" She went for him again; only he grabbed hold of both her arms, keeping her trapped in his grip. She was forced to look into his face, and it filled her with terror. Her lip quivered, and blood was spilling out from her wound, trickling down her cheek. "You are the one holding a pirate hostage. You expect not to be punished for that?!" His tone was jovial and jokerish, as if he was about to break into song at any moment.
He pushed her again, thrusting her into the table. Her side was rammed into the table edge, as she buckled over it, holding her stomach in her arms as she let her upper body fall on the table. Bowling over the table had allowed the blade she was concealing to poke through her stomach, and she felt sure the wound was bleeding. She closed her eyes for a brief second, trying to ignore the pain that was surging through her body. She struggled into the chair, crippling over to hold her stomach in her arms as not to reveal the red that was staining her shirt. The guard reached for a length of rope that had been tucked into his pocket. He stretched it out to full length, examining it as he did so. "Now..." He began, as he grabbed her chin with his free hand. She didn't look into his eyes; she directed her vision down to the floor. "You know, they still have witch hunts in the North." Angelica felt a pang of fear, and forced herself to look at the man. She was shaking violently, and the guard grasped her chin with more intensity, scraping his nails into her neck. He lowered his voice to just a whisper, as he moved closer to her. "They don't care who you are. They don't care what you did. All they will do is torture you until you until you confess to practising witchcraft. And then…they will kill you." He smirked, and let go of her chin, instead moving lightly around the room. "You're a perfect candidate for it. You're a woman, who has committed a crime." He gave a snickering laugh. He stopped for a second, as his eyes darted up and down Angelica. He hovered over her, before walking behind her, and securing her hands together with the length of rope in tight knots.
She started to panic. She shut her eyes, tight. "You and that pirate must have done more than just talk. You must have..." He didn't need to finish the sentence to make himself clear. He brought himself down to her eye level, bringing his face so close to hers. She could feel his breath on her cheeks. She opened her eyes, just in time to see the guard smothering her in a crushing kiss. He was vicious, as he forced her mouth open and pushed his tongue inside. Angelica jerked her head back, as he pushed himself against her in the chair. She felt around for his bottom lip, biting down on it hard. He thrust himself back out of the chair, as he let out a yelp. He touched his lip, and stared down at the blood on his fingers. Angelica watched him fearfully. He sauntered back towards her, slowly, as he yanked her up by the arm, and stood directly behind her. She trembled, as her knees could barely support her. "Sluts don't bite." He whispered into her ear. She flinched at his words. He raised up one leg, and dug it deep into the back of her knee, while still keeping her upright with a tight grip on her bonds, not letting her fall. She grimaced, as he increased the pressure he placed upon her knee, so that she was trembling so badly she was almost about to collapse. He waited several more seconds, before he let he drop. She gave a small scream, as she could not shield herself from the impact with her hands. Her body came into contact with the cold stone floor. She could feel her various wounds throbbing with the impact, desperate to be tended to. She hoped they wouldn't do this to Jack.
As soon as she had gathered up the strength, she scrambled over to the corner of the room. She kept herself there, completely helpless. She wished this wasn't happening. She wished there was a chance. But her thoughts died out when the guard advanced towards her once again. Angelica crammed herself into the corner, with no avail. The guard got down on all fours, crawling on top of her. She wanted desperately to wiggle away, but with her hands bound, she had no hope. He brought his body in close to hers, successfully backing her up against the wall. He reached a hand out, and placed it on her thigh. She winced at his touch. His hand slid up further and further, until it rested just short of the waistband of her pants. "Usted monstruo." Angelica whispered. She screwed her eyes shut. The guard grinned. "No se peleen." He ordered. She knew his intentions. His hands told her more than his words did. She was also worried about the blade. The stain of blood on her shirt may have gone unnoticed, but if he started unclothe her, she knew that blade would turn on her. His hand crawled up, touching the button fastening her pants together. She squirmed, but it only encouraged him on. It was so close now. It was all about to end for her. In a way, she was glad. At least it would be quick, no more pain. She tried to prepare herself, despite the fact that her mind was racing at a mile a minute-
The door creaked open. It caught both Angelica's and the guard's attention. Angelica opened her eyes, as the guard scowled sourly, whipping his head back towards the door. "Something tells me you are not on track." A man spoke. His voice was calm, as if these methods were typical. Angelica recognised his voice. It was the man, the man that found them at the convent. Partly relieved at the small break in torment, she relished his company. "You're interrupting them!" The guard bellowed; his agitation and anger making his hand on Angelica's thigh tighten in grip. The Spaniard gave a mellow smile in response. "Indeed, I did give you permission to do this, although, the point of all this is not to primarily torture her, it's to get information from her via whatever methods we see fit! Don't you forget that!" He had made his way over to the guard and Angelica's position, pointing a finger into the guard's forehead. "Now. Get her up, so that we can get some real work done here. I need to know if it's necessary to kill her.
Angelica froze at his words. Death. For some reason, that hadn't crossed her mind. Torture, she'd expected. The guard moved off Angelica, allowing the pressure to be released off the blade digging into her flesh under his weight. The guard and the Spaniard pulled her up to standing position, supporting her as they dragged her over to the chair. The Spaniard surveyed her condition. There was blood everywhere, still pouring out of her wounds. The Spaniard sighed, turning to the guard. "Have you even started the work we assigned you to do?" The guard scoffed. "Bargained is more like it." In response, the Spaniard gave him a haughty look, before turning his attention back to Angelica. "So here's how this works." He instructed, as he swaggered over to Angelica. He reached into his pocket, revealing a dagger. He ran it over his fingers, touching the tip. "It's not sharp." The guard commented, at the lack of blood on the Spaniard's finger. "Ah. Right you are!" He said gleefully. Angelica's eyes darted between the two of them, unable to read between the lines. The Spaniard moved closer, sitting down on top of Angelica. She didn't bother resisting this time. He reached for her hands, slicing a cut right across the top of her hand. She writhed at the pain, as her eyes began to water. She couldn't see the cut, but she knew it was there. She could feel the blood dripping over her fingers and onto the floor. Her mouth gaped in bewilderment, as the tears ran down her face, before she had a chance to try and hold them back. "All sharpened now." The Spaniard whispered. Angelica gave him a horrid look, but knew it wouldn't achieve anything.
"Listen here. We have been searching for Jack, as you know. But, we're not just looking for Jack, we are looking for something he has. Do you know what that is?" Angelica shook her head profusely. "Thought you might say that." He responded. He swung one leg over her other leg, so he could face her directly. "Well," he said, as he brought the dagger up so Angelica could see it. She watched as he waved it in front of her. It was taunting her, and she didn't know how much more of this pain she could take. The Spaniard put the dagger down on his lap, and moved his hand up to the top buttons of her shirt. Angelica tensed up at his touch. Oh no. Not this again. "Relax. It's not what you think." He continued to unbutton, until skin lower than her collarbone was only just covered. "We are looking for something that was stolen from us." He said, raising the dagger to the area an inch or so lower than her collarbone. He dug in the blade slowly, feeling around for how deep it would go. Angelica let out a piercing scream likely to wake up the entirety of the barracks. The Spaniard dragged the dagger through her skin, slowly, watching the flow of blood as he continued to slice open her skin. He released the blade, as the seven or so inch cut continued to pour out with blood. He placed the dagger onto the table.
Pain coursed through her body. It was sheer agony. All her wounds throbbed, but the fresh cut was throbbing most profusely, as she struggled to deal with the pain. She shut her eyes and grimaced. The Spaniard spoke up. "The manuscript. We want it back." His bluntness showed her he knew about it, however she didn't quite understand how. The Spaniard noticed her questioning expression. "You see, when dear old Jack visited a pub on the docks, he just happened to let slip that there was a girl." He recounted, his eyes flipping from the blood on her chest, to her eyes. "In his words, he needed that manuscript, and since he couldn't manage to separate you from it, he'd take you along with it." Angelica glared back at him. "I don't care what he said." The Spaniard disregarded her comment. "He did prove quite elusive, though. He left no mention as to who you were, or how I could get to you." He gave a sigh. "All that changed, when you slipped Jack out of the Town Square, and Fausto here spotted you too. Many thanks to him." He gestured towards the guard. Angelica scowled at him in turn. "You gave us all the leads necessary." The mystery became clear before her eyes, as she understood how they had come to be here. "Tell me again, where is it?" Angelica refused to give in. "I don't know where it is." She spat back at him, lying straight through her teeth.
She watched, as the Spaniard's expression soured, his eyes darkened several shades, and his mouth twitched. She recognised that expression, as her heart skipped a beat in fear. "LIAR!" He bellowed. Angelica flinched and held her breath. The Spaniard raised a hand, and slapped her in a single impulsive movement with severe force. He looked back at Angelica. Her head was cocked to the left, and she remained motionless. The guard took a few steps closer. "You've knocked her unconscious." He commented. "Mierda!" The Spaniard swore. "She knows. I know she does." Fausto continued. The Spaniard nodded in response. "Give her time. Wait a while, and we'll start again. This time, with Jack aswell." He paused. "That is bound to make her spill." The Spaniard got off her limp and seemingly lifeless body, standing up and surveying her carefully. "She's turning out to be tougher than Jack." He turned to Fausto. "Go get the admiral, take her away."
The Admiral appeared behind the door, hot on the guard's footsteps. He looked horrified at the state of Angelica. There was blood almost everywhere, frequent bruises and dirty big red mark from where she had been slapped. "How could you do this to her?" He snapped to the guard. "What do you mean? This is exactly how a whore should be treated." The admiral unravelled her bonds, examining the cut on her hand. He lifted her up, and put her arm over his shoulder, and held her in tight to his body. The guard did the same on the other side of her. Angelica's face twisted with the movement, limply falling close to the Admiral's face. He looked at her. He couldn't comprehend why they could treat her like this. She was so beautiful. He studied her face. She must have been no older than seventeen, beaten and bruised, so far from peace. He felt sick in his stomach. He wished he could help her. If it weren't for Jack, she wouldn't have ever been in this position. He tried to direct his anger towards the captain, but he couldn't. "She's human, that's why." He finally answered, to the guard. Fausto snickered. He savoured her predicament. He liked to see them like this. To him, that was their rightful position.
"There." Fausto said, as he dropped his share of Angelica's weight as they approached the cell. The Admiral scowled, as he left them there. The Admiral carried her carefully, walking past the cell, and taking her to the infirmary. It was not until he carried her the last few steps, that she finally roused. He glanced over at her. Her eyes were glassy, and tears trickled down her face. She looked directly at him, hardly able to do anything else. He put her down on the bench, and made sure she was capable of sitting upright. She watched as he gathered various items from around the room. She could hardly move or talk, but she could watch. He sat down on the floor in front of her, and extracted a bandage from his pile. He reached for Angelica's hand, as she held it up limply, giving him room to work. He ripped off a substantial piece, and started to carefully wrap it around her palm. She flinched a little at the pressure, but he was gentle with her. He finished off, moving to sit beside her. He wet a piece of fabric, as he wiped away the stains of blood from her face, and dabbed at the gaping gash. Angelica watched as he did so. She seemed almost surprised that someone was not treating her with hostility. He moved closer to her, their faces only inches apart. He locked eyes with her. He liked her eyes. He looked down at the rest of her body, noticing the bloody stains on her chest and on her stomach. He wanted to cover them, but thought it inappropriate to tend to them.
He left it at that, and helped her stand up, as she clung onto his support as if for dear life. The Admiral guided her back to the cell, only to be confronted with a prison security guard. "Nobody is to help the prisoners." He commanded, frowning at Angelica's bandaged hand. "She needed it." The Admiral replied. The guard opened the lock, and snatched Angelica off the Admiral, pushing her into the cell. Jack caught her, glaring at the Admiral, most discouraged that he had taken Angelica's welfare into his own hands. "I repeat. No interfering." The man retorted. The Admiral took his eyes off Angelica, and turned his attention back to the cell-guard. "I think you will find, I am of higher rank than you." The Admiral turned and left, leaving the guard with no response.
Angelica didn't have the will to leave Jack's arms, as he brushed the hair away from the gash on her forehead, eyeing the damage. He scowled, noticing the blood staining her shirt. She looked up at his expression, noticing his severe discomfort. Jack sat her down, making sure her back was turned to the cell door. He leaned against the back wall, bringing her to sit on his lap, so she was close. He knew that the blade was what caused the wound on her stomach, and knew it should be covered. He slipped his hands under her shirt, fumbling to find the knot of the sash. He untied it, retrieving the blade and placed it behind his back. He fiddled with the sash, running his hands over the wound to pinpoint its location, as Angelica gasped at the contact. He fidgeted with the length of material under her shirt, raising it up several inches to be able to cover the extent of the wound. He tied it back together, slipping the blade back, but making sure it wouldn't pierce her skin again. He put her shirt back down; checking to make sure the guard hadn't spotted it; but her wasn't facing them. He gave a small smile at Angelica, as her pulled her down to lie on Jack's chest. It was over, if only for a while. She gave a sigh, as she relaxed her muscles and tried to put the experience to the back of her mind. Even her wounds seemed to decrease in pain at the feel of his body. The scent of Jack overwhelmed her with a sense of peace. She raised her head to Jack, locking onto his eyes. His eyes seemed pained and distant, fretting over the ordeal more than she was. He tilted his head down, bringing his lips to touch hers. He kissed her, gently. It was comforting to feel the warmth of another person so near to her. She felt him relax, as he placed an arm across her back. She savoured the taste of him, hoping it wouldn't be the last time she would experience it. She broke the kiss, short of breath. She could hardly see his face in the dim light, but knew he was looking at her. She curled herself up, resting her head on Jack's chest. She shut her eyes, as she realised how emotionally and physically drained she was. In the darkness, she felt Jack take her hand, and interlock it with his. It was all she needed.
She awoke hours later, blinking several times before realising it was the dead of night. She lifted her head up, seeing that Jack was still awake. He was too troubled to sleep. She had never seen him so timid. He smiled at her, not wanting to leave her eyes. Needing to change position, she moved off Jack, deciding to sit beside him instead. She tilted her head to rest against his shoulder. She noticed the guard was gone, and she wondered where he may return. Barbossa remained in his position on the adjoining wall; his eyes wide open, glancing over at Jack and Angelica. He refused to comment, but wondered how they had managed to form a bond so strong over just a couple of days. The companionship they shared seemed foreign to him. He put the thought out of his head, trying to rack his brains, in the hope he could conjure up an idea for an escape.
The guard returned. Angelica glared at him, as he peered through the bars. He noticed Angelica's stare. "Al igual que lo que te pasó? Hay mucho más por venir." Jack watched as Angelica got to her feet and made her way towards the guard. "Que no es de tu business." Angelica revoked. The guard sneered. "Ha, yo tenía razón última vez, no estaba yo?" He mocked, as Angelica approached the bars. She listened to his taunts, humiliated and enraged. "Decir eso otra vez." She insisted. She knew she was about to be pushed over the edge. He stared intently at her. Getting in close to her face for effect. "Yo tenía razón. Se va a pasar de nuevo, esta vez correctamente." She knew what he was hinting at. She was intimidated, infuriated, and violated. "No." Her eyes glistened with fury. "Ya sabes lo que quiero decir."
That was it. "NO!" She screamed, reaching for the blade and plunging it deep into his ribcage in one forceful and smooth reaction. The man squealed, as his eyes met Angelica's. She gasped, as she lowered her gaze. She saw red. Blood; everywhere. It streamed out of him in gushes. Horrified, she yanked back the blade. The guard buckled at the knees, as his eyes became bloodshot. Barbossa jumped to his feet, reaching through the bars, latching onto the set of keys around his waist before the man fell down to the floor. Angelica looked at the blade in her hands. It was coated red, even the handle and her fingers were covered in it. She couldn't bring herself to take her eyes off it. It was strangely mesmerising. Jack sprinted up, and stood behind Angelica, ready to support her if she fell. Queasiness flooded through her, as she began to comprehend what she had done. Her impulsive reaction had given him a fatal blow. Horror engulfed her, as she dropped the blade in disgust. Her mouth was agape, her eyes wide as she let out a slight whimper. Jack held her up, trying to direct his gaze anywhere but at the man's body. Blood continued to flood out of him. He no longer stirred. Jack swallowed hard, closing his eyes for a second in an attempt to prevent him from being sick. Barbossa fiddled with the keys, trying to find the right one. He jangled it in the keyhole profusely, looking around, hearing distant voices alerted by Angelica's scream. He jimmied the key, until it eventually clicked open. With a slight grin, he pushed open the door, stepping over the corpse. "Let's go." Barbossa ordered. Jack pushed Angelica out, as they broke into a run. Angelica glanced back at the man, but Jack pulled her along, as the trio bounded up the steps, up onto the ground level. They could hear footsteps coming towards them, although couldn't tell which direction it was from. They ran along the alleyway, disoriented and trying to find any light, which might signal the outdoors.
"¡EH!" Someone yelled. It was the Admiral. Barbossa and Jack froze. Angelica kept on going, running full pelt towards him. Barbossa and Jack exchanged puzzled glances, before they followed her. "Este camino!" The Admiral offered. Angelica followed him. The Admiral showed her a barred door, which he hastily unlocked. Angelica peered out. It led to a path, which led into the forest on the outskirts of town. The Admiral pointed out the docks to her. "Nadie te vea así." Angelica smiled. He had given them an escape. She flung her arms around the Admiral, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Gracias. Espero que algún día pueda devolver el favour." She whispered into his ear. She lingered there, until she could hear Jack's and Barbossa's footsteps catching up. She let go, and tried to memorize his face in her mind. She smiled at his surprised expression. Jack looked curiously at Angelica, not exactly sure what he had seen. Angelica surveyed the area, it was a good few metre jump down to the path. Barbossa went first, bounding off the ledge, landing on his feet. He pelted off, as Jack took her hand, and prepared to jump. Angelica glanced one more time at the Admiral, beaming graciously at him. Jack and Angelica jumped off the ledge, making the distance and running off behind Barbossa. The Admiral watched as they took off into the darkness. His part wasn't done, quite yet. They would need their crew back to make a successful escape off the coast, and so he walked off, prepared to find their cell and set them free, while the attention was still on the empty cell.
Angelica ran, as fast as she could. It felt wonderful; the wind flowing through her hair, the ability to move, to run wherever she pleased. A smile was planted onto her face; she felt happiness burst from within her. This was an escape. An adventure. They kept running, until they were covered by the dense jungle forest. They looked back, but nobody had followed them. They kept going, eventually running into a cliff-face, allowing them a view of the town, the dock and coast. Angelica didn't she had ever seen a more beautiful sight. The lights of the town resembled yellow stars, the sea shimmered in the moonlight, and the ships looked ghostly. They got down on all fours, watching the movement of the town. Nobody seemed to be looking for them yet, though they would surely be seen if they started climbing down the cliff face now. They waited. Angelica felt Jack's eyes on her. She looked over to him. He liked the excited grin on her face. He moved closer to whisper into her ear. "This…is freedom." She gave a small nod. She liked this, this, freedom. The ability to run; to escape authority, to kiss, to touch, to do anything they wanted. The noise level of the town spiked, as they watched. "Escapees!" Someone shouted. For a moment, Angelica thought they had been discovered, until they saw what looked like a group of people running on the rooftops. "It's the crew!" Jack realised. Barbossa gave a chuckle. "Let's go!"
Barbossa and Jack jumped down to the lower ledge, and caught Angelica as she jumped. They started climbing, working their way down the jagged rocks, and negotiating their way down to the next ledge. They were almost there. They jumped the next one, until they were able to run down the hill that remained. It was easy work, as they knew they wouldn't draw any attention to themselves. Jack took Angelica's hand, hurrying her along. They had reached the town wall, and knew the docks were just around the corner. Jack recounted the position of his ship in his head. They listened carefully. They heard the rowdy noise of the crew nearing closer, as they jumped between rooftops. They jeered as they went; knowing the soldiers had no chance of catching them. Their noise had awoken much of the town up, as people wandered out from their houses in alarm. They waited until their footsteps were almost directly over their heads. "Ready?" Jack asked Angelica. She gave a nod. Jack nodded to Barbossa. "Run!"
Jack and Angelica bounded after Barbossa, everything they passed appeared as just a blur. They could see various members of the crew ahead, as they hurried after them. They all joined up as a group, running towards the mighty Black Pearl. Jack kept a hold of Angelica's hand, so they wouldn't be separated in the ruckus. Jack grinned at the sight of the Pearl. His Pearl. They scurried onto the ship, with many shouts and laughs. Some of the crew flogged some barrels of rum on-board; others grabbed whatever food they could get their hands on. Barbossa took charge, shouting various orders to the crew. "Weigh anchor!" "All aboard!" Barbossa took the wheel, as the ship began to drift out of the dock. Jack kept running, leading Angelica to his cabin. He ushered her inside, shutting over the door quickly, as they both leaned their backs on the door.
They were overwhelmed with joy. Their breathing was heavy, trying desperately to catch their breath in between chuckles of laughter. "We did it." Jack spluttered. Angelica looked over to him. "We did it." She repeated. She kept her eyes fixed on his, as she reached over, and removed his hat, placing it firmly on her head. She gave a giggle, as she had to tilt her head up just to see Jack with the hat much too large for her. He had to admit; she looked a whole lot better than he did in that hat. Not to mention, incredibly cute. He took her hand and tugged her closer, making her come up flush with his body. She smiled, as Jack brought his lips to her in a way that was anything but gentle. He was insistent in her mouth; wanting her to feel his need, his desire for her and his desire to keep her safe at all costs. He felt her lips curl up into a smile. She wrapped her arms around his neck, jumping up to wrap her legs around his waist. He brought his arms down to support her, and pushed her back against the wood of the door. She relished the feel of him, bringing her hands up to run them through his hair. Jack pulled back to catch a breath. He looked into her eyes, or what he could see of them from the darkness his hat provided. She was more enthusiastic than he remembered, pulling him back, closer to her. "Don't stop." She whispered. He grinned, as his lips found hers, moving over them with a sense of urgency.
This was bliss. He thought. He wished it would never, ever, stop.
~End of Chapter Twelve~
Woo, a nice balance with that little scene at the end there. Let me give you a clue. I lead on from that last bit in the next chapter. It's going to be hot. I'm excited for it. Alrighty, I hope that chapter wasn't too hard to digest. We completely change tone now. It won't be long until I get that up, it will the Chapter 14 that is going to take a while to figure out.
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