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Chapter 44: Rights

The next morning many of the men had blistering headaches from their hangovers. The chapel was dead silent that morning except for the occasional dropped fork, and the whole room cried out in pain whenever it happened. Some of the men were smart enough to drink glasses of water to alleviate the pain caused by dehydration. Others drank coffee, and the stupid ones drank more so that they would not feel the pain; Basta and his crew just so happened to fall into the last category.

I was carrying a basket of bread over to the chapel and Basta and his crew were drinking whiskey right outside the door. Flatnose used the end of his rifle to lift up my skirt and Cockerell, Basta, and two other men roared with drunken laughter. I immediately moved out of his rifle's range to assure no further harassment.

"Aw come on! The party's just getting started!" Basta drooled in a drunken slur.

"Next time you try something like that I will not hesitate to put my fist in your face." I spat at him as I rushed inside. The moment I had set the bread on the table Mortola sent me to fetch another platter of bacon. Unfortunately that meant passing the drunkards.

This time Basta tried his luck. The moment I felt the tip of his rifle on the edge of my skirt I spun around and kicked the gun out of his hand. The rifle clattered on the cobblestone court yard as I punched Basta in his left eye. Basta was knocked off of his feet. Flatnose and Cockerell immediately grabbed both of my arms to give one of the other two men enough time to put me in a chock hold. The other man went to help Basta to his feet, but Basta's drunken pride would not stand for it. While Basta struggled to stand, the three men struggled to hold me in one spot. The only reason I hadn't thrown Flatnose and Cockerell off was because Basta's other lackey tightened his grip around my neck whenever I tried.

"You're gunna pay for that Bitch!" Basta yelled in his drunken slur. He pulled his knife out of its sheath.

"You know, Capricorn wouldn't like you half as much if you didn't have a pretty face." He growled as I felt the frozen blade of his knife against my cheek.

"So I'm gunna do you a favor give you a few decorations." He laughed as his knife broke the skin.

I was in agony as his knife cut the muscles from my left eyebrow to my right cheek. I refused to show any emotion in my face as the blood rolled into my eyes. He then decided to make my face symmetrical and cut from my right eyebrow to my left cheek making an X upon my face. I still showed no emotion as my pain intensified. While his did this he had a crazed smile plastered across his face. His smile slowly began to fade as he failed to hear my cries of pain. He then slashed both of my cheeks to form two more Xs. He took a step back to evaluate his work. I was panting heavily now due to the pain, but refused to show any of it in my face.

"You really want me to touch your special place?" I asked with eyes like daggers. Basta's eyes lit up at this. But the light in his eyes turned into a grunt of pain as I kicked him in the groin. I then threw my head backward making Basta's lackey release me. Then I pulled my arms out of Flatnose and Cockerell's grip and knocked their heads together. The last drunken idiot ran off in fear.

I did not stick around to see if they would get up or not. I rushed to the kitchen to find some bandages and clean myself up. I quickly grabbed a rag and I tried to stop the blood flow so that I would not be dripping blood all over the floor. I grabbed a tin bucket from the corner and filled it with water. I dampened the cloth and tried to clean some of the blood off of my face, but it just kept flowing. I knew that head wounds bleed a lot, but I had no idea how much.

Resa came running into the room. When she was me, her face turned as white as a sheet, she grabbed a cloth, and helped me stop the bleed. Once she was satisfied that the cuts had stopped bleeding she wound some gauze around my head to cover the cuts. She then pulled up a stool and stared at me.

"You want me to tell you what happened?" I asked. She nodded in reply.

"I stood up to the ass grabbing drunken idiots." Was all I said. At that moment Mortola and two sober men walked into the room. The one of the men pushed Resa out of the way and the other hand cuffed me in the blink of an eye. The first threw me over his shoulder the moment the cuffs were on. I was about to kick up a fuss, but I felt the barrel of the second's man's rifle against my knee cap. They carried me out to a row of sheds meant to hold livestock behind the chapel. One man opened the door, and the other tossed me inside. The door slammed shut as I hit the floor.

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