Running away

Chapter 7

"Is he awake?" I groaned and tried to lift my pounding head. Why is it hurting?

Poison or you were hit on the head.

To be kidnapped? Who would wanna kidnap her?

Your mom that's who.

Fight me you son of a bachelor!

Easy there. No fighting.

I sighed at their antics. Too many thoughts right now.

Try to remember what happened.

I thought back to before the darkness. I had just been given a couple of pounds by an older lady and put it away before it came. That's all I remember.

"Yes, master. Shall I interrogate him?" I tried to lift my head again and barely caught a glimpse of trousers before I had to drop it again. I groaned louder than before and regretted it immediately when the two men stopped talking.

My head was lifted by my hair and I grimaced at the pain. A hiss escaped my throat as I bit back a scream, sure this son of bachelor would have liked it. "Why are you following me?" I blinked to focus my eyes in the harsh light and barely saw his features.

But barely seeing them was enough. His green eyes made me certain who he was. "Let me go you son of a bachelor! Why the blast would I be following you? I hardly have enough money to buy a dress, let alone follow you!" I raised my foot to kick at him but found it tied to the chair. "Then why are you working at my docks when I have never seen you before?" I growled. How long was I out? Cathlin is going to be worried something terrible.

"I got hired by Jorge McCoy a week ago to help until the season ended. I have no clue who you are or what you're talking about." 

Didn't your mother ever tell you not to lie?

What mother? The dead one when she was five?

Wow. Great work REMINDING HER THAT HER PARENTS ARE DEAD!

Shut up! They were our parents too!

Will you two ever not argue? You sound like children.

WE ARE UNDERAGE THE LAST TIME I CHECKED!!

Hardly. We're twenty. A few more years and we are of age.

There is a difference between children and underage. You are acting like Dylan and Cathlin if they ever fought.

Will you guys stop? I think I need my head examined because having more than one conscious is probably abnormal.

"McCoy, you say? Go get me, Jorge McCoy, now! And dump him somewhere." He backed away but I got his face before he got too far. "Dumping me in the street like a nobody!? You kidnap me, worry my family something terrible just to have me dumped out in the street!?!? You are horrible and you disgust me!" I watched as his silhouette wiped the spit from his face and smirked mentally.

Take that ya old bugger. "Master? Shall I continue with torturing this old fool for disobedience?" I glared at the huge silhouette behind him. The light was beginning to hurt my eyes so I closed them and bent my head forward. "Make that blasted light go away. It's hurts something terrible." My head was lifted up again and I felt my lip start bleeding from me biting down it. "Why are you not afraid? I know you have seen my men from the docks, so why aren't you afraid?" He pointed backward, I think, at the huge silhouette behind him. 

"Jesus has killed many people in his time working for me. To him I am God. So tell me why you aren't afraid." I growled at him. BECAUSE I NEED MY HEAD CHECKED! THAT'S WHY! "Because I don't care what you do to me. I've had worse done to me. Way worse than you can imagine." I heard a sound come from him and he dropped my head. I gasped as a pain shot from the bottom of my back up to my neck. This blasted corset wasn't helping things at all!

"You are admirable. What would you say if I was to send harm to your family?" My hand caught the knot finally and I yanked free of it to be able to strike him in his chivalrous face! As my feet were still tied, I fell with the chair and punch. We were both knocked down, me on top of him. My feet were on either side of his, because of the blasted chair! My hands on his chest and his sprawled out on either side of us.  I was gasping from landing onto his chest and I think he was gasping by me landing on his chest.

I do weight a lot for a woman... "Master!" I was picked up by the back of my shirt and that's when I realized only a layer was between me and them finding out I was a woman. I fought to urge to screech and slap the closest male to me, a bad habit I learned from my mother. "Put him down Jesus." The son of a bachelor was sitting up glaring at me.I was dropped to the ground and the chair broke underneath me. I screamed as a piece sliced at my back. 

"Until her legs." I began choking on air at his choice of words. Her?! So he knows?! "Her master?!" I was lifted again by the shirt but it was ripped in several places thanks to him so gently DROPPING ME TO THE BLASTED GROUND! So it ripped completely off my frame and I, once again landed on top of the wood, some of it going into my skin. I was in a chemise, a corset, and trousers.

A blush covered my entire face as Jesus turned away sharply and Nick closed his eyes. 

Blast it all to Hell! My cover has been blown!