All afternoon two tents had been guarded by two soldiers.
One of them where the captain came in and out several times, each time with a bad smile on his face.
Goren had a bad feeling.
He was sure that Eames was in that tent.
And that something was wrong.
As if the French captain had discovered that Eames was a woman.
Just by the way he was acting.
In addition...
In the other tent, where Olson was supposed to be, he never went.
And there weren't thirty-six solutions.
Good God...
Goren really hoped that the French captain had not discovered that Eames was a woman.
He knew very well what happened to women who fell into the opposing camps.
And whatever the era, it was usually the same thing.
Just at the thought of this, and the fate that could await Eames, a violent anger overcame Goren, and he put his hand on the pommel of his sword.
Good God...
How he missed his service weapon.
Or his little knife that he always carried.
With one of his two weapons, he could have easily handled the situation.
But with neither of his weapons on him, and with the weapons in his possession from that time, he couldn't react on a whim.
He was going to have to behave as he had in the army.
Calmly.
And above all...
Find a strategy.
But did he really have time for that.
Wasn't Eames in danger with this French captain...
He had told Marcus that they would wait until nightfall, but he was finding it increasingly difficult to stay put.
They had to wait for the night to act.
And wait for the right moment when the guards would move away from the two tents.
Or if they stayed for the night, wait for the right moment to take them on.
- I won't need you anymore.
Gonzague signaled to his two soldiers to get out of their seats.
For what he was about to do, he did not need an eavesdropper.
The two soldiers looked at each other, surprised by this request.
It was as if their superiors were planning a dirty trick.
But the two soldiers shrugged their shoulders, nodding their heads.
He couldn't intervene, and risk court-martial.
He was only a simple officer.
And Gonzaga...
Their superior.
So they walked away, leaving their captain there.
Waiting for his soldiers to get out of the way, Gonzague lifted the tent flap, and entered, a wicked smile on his face.
He was finally going to have some fun.
And just the thought of it...
He was licking his lips.
At the footsteps of the French captain who had just entered the tent, Eames turned towards him, chin up, challenging him.
But at the expression on the captain's face, and his evil smile, Eames felt a violent anguish rise in her, sensing danger.
Eames knew that expression...
That smile.
She had seen it many times before on criminals.
But mostly...
On rapists.
And she instinctively put her fists to her hips, ready to defend herself, knowing what to expect.
There was no way this man would lay a finger on her.
And she would fight for it.
Eames had not gone into crime to tolerate this kind of thing.
On the contrary, she beat them.
And no matter what time it was...
She would never allow it.
And certainly not...
With her.
- Here's to us, my pretty.
At her words, Eames flinched, but raised her fists.
- Try it for size.
Gonzaga put a big smile on his lips and approached her with slow steps.
But it would be a real pleasure to have fun with her.
Especially if she rebelled.
He loved that.
Emaes calculated the distance between her and the only way out.
It was absolutely necessary that she finds an idea to get out of this bad situation.
- I wouldn't go any further if I were you.
At the words of Eames, Gonzaga burst into a bad laugh.
Do not approach.
On the contrary.
He was even going to do better.
- This is what we will see.
The French captain rushed towards Eames, who didn't hesitate for a second, she raised her fist and gave him a direct hit on the cheek.
She did not lose a second, and rushed towards the exit of the aunt.
She felt big fingers grabbing her hair, and pulling her with all their strength, and violently back.
- You're not going anywhere. He put his big fingers on her wrist, positioned it behind Eames' back, crushed it, holding her down. Not until I've had my fun with you.
My God...
No.
Anything but that.
Eames raised her foot, and with all her might brought it down on the captain's toes, who loosened his grip slightly, screamed and winced in pain.
- Bitch.
He assailed her a violent blow of point to the face, what stunned her, and threw her by force on the bed.
- The more you will be rebel... He threw himself on her. The more I'll like it.
Rebellious...
Well, you'll see.
She raised her knee, and planted it in his crotch.
He let go of Eames, bent over, and tried to catch his breath.
It was the right time.
Eames didn't have to waste a second.
She jumped out of the diaper, and rushed towards the exit.
But a large hand grabbed her wrist, crushing it with all its might, and another hand grabbed her by the hair, pulling her back roughly.
Eames fell again on the bed, and Gonzague mad of rage, lay down on her of all his weight.
Eames struggled.
She slammed her fists, scratched her attacker's face, but he didn't care, laughing, busy trying to get her things out of her.
But as she struggled Gonzague could not act as he wanted.
So he took the shirt in his hands, and tore it.
Not wasting a second, he did the same with the pants.
Eames found herself naked in front of the English captain.
Who looked at her with his unhealthy eyes.
No it was not possible.
It couldn't be.
She wasn't going to go through with it.
- If you touch me... Goren will kill you.
Eames felt tears welling up in her eyes, but she pulled herself together.
The last thing she needed was to show this man her weakness.
If only Goren were here.
And that he knew where their enemies' camp was.
Eames knew that he would come to her rescue.
And that he would never, ever allow this man to do this to him.
In addition...
She could never tell him what he meant to her.
Oh Bobby...
Sadness overwhelmed her.
But she pulled herself together.
No.
She would not weaken.
She would be strong.
- Don't even think about it... Your dear Captain Goren won't come to your rescue.
At her words, Eames felt the sadness growing in her.
No.
She shouldn't listen to that Frenchman.
Bobby would not let her down.
And if he knew where she was...
He would come.
She trusted him.
- Your dear captain doesn't even know where the camp is.
At his words, Eames felt all hope evaporate.
But she pulled herself together.
She would not let herself be taken.
And she would rather die than suffer that.
So she fought with all her strength.
Giving violent blows on the face of the French captain.
But instead of calming her down, Gonzague let her do it.
He took a real pleasure in this joust.
And his desire was only stronger.
A large evil smile to the lips, he lowered his face towards that of Eames, and took with savagery his lips.
He forced the passage of his teeth, rolled up his tongue to his, and brought his hand to her small breast that he kneaded with force and harshness.
To this kiss, and to this hand on her breast, Eames felt the nausea to gain it.
But its anger redoubled, and it planted the fangs on the language of the Frenchman who had interfered in its mouth.
Gonzague screamed with pain, he withdrew his tongue from Eames' mouth, and separated his lips from his mouth.
Of rage, he assailed him of violent slaps on the face.
- Since it's like that. Gonzague reached for his belt, unbuckled it, and pulled down his pants. We will pass directly to the serious things.
At his words, and at the noise of the fabric which he lowered, Eames struck the captain with all his forces, trying by all the hands to extricate himself.
But Gonzague weighed of all his weight, and of a firm hand, forced it to open the thighs.
- No... Bobby…
- Marcus... you take care of that tent... and I'll...
Marcus nodded, and looked around to make sure he could get there.
And when he saw that no one was or was not looking their way, he came out of his hiding place, and without hesitation headed for the tent.
Goren didn't waste a second.
He rushed towards the tent that the two soldiers had left, and where the captain had entered.
But strangely...
The closer he got to it, the more he felt something unpleasant.
As if something bad was happening.
Then he pressed the step.
When he reached the tent, Goren heard a loud scream.
- No... Bobby...
At this blood-curdling cry from Eames, Goren didn't waste a second, he took his sword in his hand and rushed into the tent.
But he stopped dead in front of the spectacle which was offered to him.
The French captain was on Eames...
And...
Name of God.
That feeling he had felt when he was approaching the tent.
His blood ran cold, and a violent rage overcame him.
He moved towards the two bodies and when he reached the captain, he raised his sword to his neck.
- If I were you... I'd drop it right now.
At the voice vibrating with rage, and the sharp metal object on his throat, Gonzaga stopped dead in his tracks.
- You don't understand what I just said... Goren pressed the blade against Gonzaga's neck, drawing a drop of blood. Drop it... or I'll slit your throat.
Let go...
Or I'll slit your throat.
That voice...
No, it couldn't be him.
It was only a dream.
He couldn't be there.
And yet...
It was Goren who was there, the blade of his sword through the throat of the French captain.
At this vision, his heart beat violently.
He was there.
He had come to her rescue.
But she blushed violently, and brought her hands to her chest and crotch hiding her private parts, all embarrassed, realizing that she was naked.
The French captain moved away from Eames, but Goren kept the blade still at her throat.
He turned to Eames, and blushed violently.
My God...
But she was naked.
Her clothes were all torn, and spread on the floor.
His rage redoubled at this sight, and he moved the blade of his sword to Gonzaga's heart.
This man...
If you could call him a man.
Deserved to die.
After what he had just done to Eames.
Goren had only one desire, to stick the sword in his heart.
But the problem was that they couldn't hang out here.
And if the French soldiers came back and discovered the body of their dead captain, he was sure they would be hunted down.
So reluctantly, there was only one solution, to gag him and tie him up.
But first...
He had to provide him with something to dress Eames.
- Give him something to cover himself with. He pressed the point of his sword to the captain's heart. And no tricks. Or I'll skewer you.
Gonzague didn't waste a second, and rushed to a chest which he opened, and took out a soldier's outfit, and after closing the chest, went to give them to Eames, who took them, his face all red.
- If you could.
Goren nodded, and motioned to Gonzaga to turn around.
Both turned around, and Eames didn't waste a second getting dressed.
Finally dressed, she stood up, and went to stand beside Goren.
- Bobby... She reached for her sleeve, pulling it gently. I'm ready.
Goren turned to her, and nodded.
- All we have to do is gag him and tie him up.
Eames didn't hesitate for a second, she went to the trunk and pulled out some linen.
Goren handed her the sword and took the cloth from her hands.
- You keep an eye on it. Goren tore the cloth. And I'll tie him up.