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Subject: {ASSM} Milady and the Dragon (fantasy)
Date: Thu, 14 Jun 2001 09:10:03 -0400
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   This story contains explicit language and is intended to adult
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   MiLady and the Dragon

   Chapter I.  MiLady

   The Lower bailey was filled with activity.  Men training, animals being
tended, servants going about their chores.  Two men stood looking up "I'll
have her one of these days, she won't be so haughty and cold then." He
rubbed his crotch, his cock all ready half erect at the thought.  Kurlew,
looked at his second in command and sneered obscenely.  "We have our
orders, The Count wants her bent to his will and broken, The bitch still
refuses to marry that ape of a son he has.  but I haven't even started my
persuasion." His laugh was a vicious sound, heard even by the Lady in the
Tower.  She shuddered as she heard the sound, backing away from the window.
For a moment her resolve wavered but with a deep breath she straightened
her back and walked to the door.  As she stepped out into the hallway,
Mathew the guard stood up with a look of regret.  The dice game would have
to wait.

   "She looks thinner and more worn everyday." he thought, such a shame for
her to be treated thusly.  Not daring to show any kindness, for others were
watching.  He glared at her, "and I suppose yea be's wanting to go
wandering round the forest again, dragging me along to fall over every log
there be's!" His fellow guard laughed and he turned and glared again.  "You
need not accompany me, Mathew.  I only go for a short walk, the air is
fresh from last nights storm and I only wish to check the flowers in the
garden." He knew better but said nothing.  "That be the rules, MiLady. 
Your not to go anywhere alone." Once again keeping a stern look on his
face. He watched her go down the steep tower steps, grumbling, he followed
her.  As she passed thro the kitchen the maids and cooks smiled at her
until they saw her ever present shadow, Mathew.  They went back to their
tasks not daring to speak to the Lady.  Harriett the head cook motioned to
one of the girls, with a wink.  Mary stood and sauntered over to Mathew and
with a provocative look and a flip of her hips she smiled.  "Your looking
very fine today, Mathew.  Her hand slide down the front of his breeches,
very fine indeed." Mathew blushed as he felt his cock hardening and shifted
from foot to foot.  "Mary, your a bold wench to be sure" stuttered Mathew.
Mary ran her tongue over her lips "Indeed I am, Mathew would you be caring
to sample my sweet lips and not the lips I speak with either." as her
wandering fingers grasped his hard cock thro his breeches.  Mathew looked
around wildly at the females in the kitchen as if for someone to save him.
When he realized they were enjoying his discomfort.  He backed away from
Mary "Now don't be given a poor fellow idea's there Mary girl, yea's surely
will find yourself with your skirts tossed over yea's head and a babe in
your belly if yea don't be good." Mary grinned and made a motion as if to
touch Mathew again, he stumbled back trying to get out of her reach.  While
the others were busy watching Mary and Mathew, and laughing Harriett,
slipped a small bundle to the Lady with a nod and a smile, not saying a
word.  MiLady smiled softly and the bundle disappeared into a pocket. 
Whispering her thanks MiLady walked out the kitchen door.  She heard Mathew
running to catch up, she looked over her shoulder and couldn't help
chuckling as she saw the very flustered Mathew and heard the laughter
coming from the kitchen.

   She walked out through the back to the gardens, she tended to them
faithfully, one of the few pleasures still left to her.  For some reason
she felt restless and wandered further and further towards the forest. 
Mathew called to her but she kept walking, finally she turned.  "Please,
just let me go for a short while.  I promise not to run off." Mathew looked
undecided for a moment, "If yea promise then I can't be denying yea,
MiLady, but don't be gone long, yea's don't want to get killed now do's
yea? She promised over and over again she wouldn't be long as she slipped
through a break in the wall.  She danced through the forest, feeling the
cool breeze on her face and the moisture from the rain seeping through her
slippers.  Quickly she went to the small glen, only she knew existed.  She
bent down at the small brook and drank deeply, then sat down with a soft
sigh, at last a moments freedom.

   "Please help me, please will you help me Lady." She looked around not
sure if she had actually heard anything, shaking her head "it must of been
the wind." "Please help me, Lady" she heard again.  She looked around, up
at the tree's, down at the water, she saw nothing.  A leaf rustled on the
ground, partially covered by a small branch.  She leaned down and moved the
leaf then pulled her hand back with a startled cry, there laying under the
branch was a fairy.  She shook her head, No this can't be, fairy's are
nothing but tales told to frighten children.  With a single finger she
gently touched the fairy on the arm.  It gave a small cry of pain and she
shook her head again, do fairies cry?  I thought I saw a tear.  "Lady,
don't be frightened, please, the branch fell and hit me during the storm
last night.  Can you take it off my legs, please Lady." She carefully
picked the branch off the fairy and tossed it aside.  Gently she scooped
the fairy up into her hand, brushing off the dirt she looked carefully at
the little creature.  It shivered, she could feel it through her fingers.
MiLady dipped a fingertip into the brook and touched it to the fairies
lips. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out the small bundle Harriett had
given her, inside was a piece of cheese, some bread and a tart.  She shook
these out onto her skirt, wrapping the soft cloth around the fairy trying
not to cause any more injury to the small thing, she felt tears in her
eye's, to be so small and helpless seemed to echo her own life in her
heart.

   The fairy tried to get up but fell back with a moan of pain.  Knowing
she couldn't ask the lady to return her to her forest home, thereby giving
away the secret to its location.  Bitsy was in quite a quandary and a great
deal of discomfort.  Suddenly glancing up MiLady let out a cry.  "I've got
to be going if I'm late we all will be punished and severely", she looked
down at the fairy and made her decision.  Tossing the food out for the
forest creatures, she stood up and carefully tucking the fairy into her
pocket and headed back to the Keep.  As she drew closer, she warned the
fairy, Please be very quiet and still or it will be horrible.  Bitsy
responded to the sound of terror in the Ladies voice and made not a peep.

   Mathew paced at the wall, hurry MiLady hurry, its getting late.  He
could already feel the lash biting into his back for this.  He urged her to
move faster.  Racing up the stairs and into her room, she stopped and took
several deep breaths, not even pausing, she threw off her cape and
carefully drew the fairy from her pocket.  She looked around wildly and
spotted a large jewel casket, empty now.  Opening it she unwrapped the
fairy, finding a soft cashmere shawl, she put it in the casket and lay the
fairy inside.  As she rushed around getting ready for supper, MiLady
explained to the fairy that she would be safe there.  Picking up the casket
and making sure the lid was not down tight or clasped, she took a small
candlestick and placed it inside wedging the lid open.  This should allow
you plenty of air and some light, please don't try and get out while I'm
gone, she warned.  Placed the cask high on the large mantle over the
fireplace, hoping it would help keep the small delicate creature warm.

   Suddenly a loud knocking came at the door and it was thrust open. 
Standing at the door was Dame Agnes, looking every bit the dried up old
crone she was, at her side stood one of the dogs from the bailey below.  It
snarled and snapped rushing into the room, with a start MiLady backed away
from the animal.  It seemed to sniff the air and growled menacingly, then
suddenly lunged at the cloth from the kitchen she held in her hand. 
Ripping the cloth to shreds the animal shook its massive head and turned
its eye's towards the fireplace.  Speaking in voice filled with frosty
elegance "Control your cur, Dame Agnes!" MiLady swept out the door.  Dame
Agnes looked about the room with a suspicious look and followed, dragging
the hound behind her.

   MiLady shuddered in disgust as she entered the dining hall.  The
beautiful tapestries on the walls were covered with soot from the filthy
chimneys, the rushes on the floor were old and rotting, the stink almost
unbearable from unwashed bodies, animals and food thrown on the floor.  As
always she straightened her back and walked in.  Soldiers leered and called
crude comments, a few reached out grabbing at her skirts, she slapped their
hands away bring more laughter from the soldiers.  MiLady stepped up onto
the raised platform and took her place at the table.  She sat between
Captain Kurlew and his 2nd in command Bruce.  Next came Dame Agnes, sitting
down with a tittering comment "do you think she will forget her fine
manners again and actually raise her voice?" With a sneer "I certainly hope
so, I enjoy punishing the wench." Kurlew replied.  Dame Agnes laughed her
high pitched witches laugh and called for supper to be served.  Not daring
to raise their heads the serving girls brought out the food, if you could
call it that.  Tasteless, unseasoned, poorly cooked it looked as bad as it
tasted.  MiLady knew Harriett was an excellent cook but could only work
with what little she was given.

   As MiLady took a sip of her wine, a hand reached under the table
grabbing her thigh, jerking away, her wine spilled.  Dame Agnes reached out
and pinched her hard on the arm "such a clumsy little thing aren't you."
MiLady winced but said not a word.  Kurlew picking up a napkin from the
table leaned forward and started to wipe the wine from her bodice, his
fingers brushing against her breasts, she tried to move back but was
already pressed against the hard back of her chair.  She pushed his hand
away "keep your filthy hands to yourself, Kurlew!" She knew the instant the
words left her mouth that she would pay and pay dearly for that comment. 
He slapped her across the mouth, snapping her head to the side.  He grinned
at her, knowing she was thinking of punishments to come.  As the ale flowed
more freely, the men became louder and fights broke out.  A girls scream
filled the hall as a soldier grabbed her and threw her to the floor,
throwing up her skirts he pulled open his breeches and fell up her, shoving
her legs apart he thrust into her, ripping her dress open he bite her
breasts and laughed as she screamed with pain.  She knew better then to
fight and lay there waiting for the drunken sot to finish.  As she tried to
get away another soldier grabbed her, soon she was being passed from
soldier to soldier.  No one dared to interfere.  MiLady kept her eye's
lowered and tried not to hear the noises coming from the soldiers as they
laughed and commented on the girls raping, She dared not try and stop it,
she had done that once and her stomach clinched remembering the look of
pleasure on Kurlew's face as he beat her.  Dame Agnes sat and made obscene
noises as she licked her dinner from her fingers, she watched avidly,
enjoying the scene in front of her.  Her small beady eye's gleamed with
each grunt and scream of pain.  MiLady thought to herself as she looked at
Dame Agnes, "the old bitch has probably never had a man between her thighs
and is more then likely imagining herself being used so cruelly."

   Finally supper was over and she could escape to her tower.  MiLady stood
up and a large rough hand grabbed her arm and pulled her back down.  "Did I
give you permission to leave?" Kurlew snapped.  She shook her head No.  She
looked at him and cringed, seeing the lust on his face.  He leered at her
and leaned closer, she tried to turn her face away, his breath stank as
badly as his person.  He grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. 
"Soon you will marry Lord Barnard and he will use you like the bitch you
are." Bruce choked on his ale laughing, "Do you really thing that fop will
know what hole to fuck?" He almost fell out of his chair laughing at his
own warped sense of humor.  She pulled her face away and spoke very slowly
and calmly, even though her insides churned and knotted.  "I will NOT
marry, Barnard.  Before my fathers death he promised I would have a choice
in who became my husband.  My Uncle can not force me to say wedding vows
before the Priests." Kurlew grabbed her by her hair and leaned even closer
"You think not, we shall see how long you hold to your convictions, once I
am finished with you." She bite her lip trying not to cry out as he grabbed
her hair.  "You have tried starving me, beating me, locking me in the tower
for months, what more do you think you can do?  I will not consent to this
marriage!" He let go of her hair and grinned an evil horrid smile "our
nights entertainment brings a few things to mind".  With that he reached
out and shoved his hand down her bodice and grabbed one of her breasts,
squeezing until tears came to her eye's and she cried out struggling to get
away from him.  Her hands slapped at him, trying to pull his hand away from
her.  "You foul beast, you don't dare rape me, My Uncle will kill you for
such an insult, he insists on a virgin bride for his son!" He threw her
from the chair, she picked herself up and stood proudly as everyone in the
hall watched.  "You naive little bitch, I will train you in tricks that
will even make that fop Barnard's cock hard and eager to be fucked." He
laughed as he saw her go pale and tremble.  She ran from the hall, followed
by his and the others sneering laughter.

   She gained her room and rushed in, slamming the door shut, she leaned
back against it and took several deep breaths.  She looked around wildly,
then ran to the large chest at the foot of the bed.  She pushed and tugged
and pushed and tugged.  until it was lodged against the door.  While MiLady
was doing this, Bitsy the fairy was holding onto the candlestick and
watching over the rim of the casket.  Bitsy sensed the fear radiating from
the Lady and being a curious little creature she wanted to understand more
of what was happening.  Looking around again MiLady ran to the desk that
sat under the south window, she tried to move it, pulling and tugging, it
only made a scraping noise and moved a few inches.  She almost sobbed in
frustration as she looked around again, the chairs, yes, the chairs she
thought and ran to one, they were large and made of heave stout wood.  She
managed to drag one chair to the door and pushed it against the chest.  She
sat down in the chair and put her face in her hands.  How long do you think
this will actually keep him out?  you little fool, why not just accept the
inevitable marry Barnard and get it over with.  She shuddered thinking of
Barnard, the last time she had seen him, he minced about in his pretty
clothes, making up his face and even wearing a beauty patch.  But what
disgusted her even more, she had chanced to turn a corner in her Uncle's
castle and saw Barnard and his lover groping each other in the open for any
servant to see.  When she saw the face of his lover she turned and fled
down the hall, getting outside just in time, she vomited in disgust. 
Bernard's lover was Father Dominion's alter boy, a young man in training
for the Priesthood.

   MiLady was suddenly startled out of her thoughts by a large banging at
her door.  she jumped up and stood in the middle of the room clasping her
hands and trembling.  She heard Kurlew yelling at her through the door. 
She watched in horror as the door slowly moved in, pushing the chest and
chair with it.  She backed away, looking around she glanced at the window,
if I threw myself from the window this shall all be over, she thought, then
she heard her fathers voice from day's long past as she sat on his knee. 
Honor, always live with Honor daughter, no one can ever take that from you,
only you can give it away and lose it forever.

   Duty, daughter, you have a duty to care for those less privileged then
you, you have a duty to the people who rely on you for their livelihood. 
You can lose pride, you can be as the humblest peasant but still live with
honor.  Her thoughts were pulled back to the present as Kurlew and Bruce
shoved their way through the door.  She stood and watched them almost fall
into the room.  "Waiting for us, were you MiLady" sneered Kurlew as he
advanced into the room, followed closely on his heels a leering Bruce. 
"It's time for your first lesson in pleasuring a man, remove your clothing
and be quick about it." ordered Kurlew.  She shook her head and told him,
"I shan't make this easier for you, Captain.  you will have to force me to
do your bidding." He reached out and grabbed the front of her bodice and
grinned, with a jerk he ripped the front of her dress from neckline to hem,
MiLady gasped and tried to cover herself, but they would have none of that.
Bruce came around behind her and grabbed her arms as Kurlew ripped off her
undergarments.  He stood and looked her over, his eye's filled with lust as
he saw her high firm lush breasts, her tiny waist and full rounded hips. 
she tried to pull away from Bruce, jerking her shoulders and arms.  As
Kurlew reached out and grabbed her breasts, she pulled back trying to avoid
his cruel touch but only bumped into Bruce who laughed spraying her back
with spittle.  she shuddered and he laughed again.  "Soon you'll be begging
for our touch, Bitch"

   Kurlew ran his hands over her body, she tried to keep her knee's pressed
together but when he realized what she was doing, reached up and pinched
one of her nipples until she screamed with the pain.  He roughly shoved his
hand between her legs and grinned at Bruce "such sweetmeat for the
tasting." MiLady shivered as she heard Bruce actually giggle, once again
she tried to pull away, only to be back handed across the face.  Kurlew
grabbed her long thick braid that hung down to her hips and wrapped it
around his fist, he yanked her to the floor and pulled her to the chair by
her hair.  She tried to rise and was slapped again.  With one hand he undid
his breeches and pushed them down to his ankles, then sat in the chair,
opening his knee's, he pulled her between them.  "now suck my cock you
slut, bite it and you will regret the day you were born" he said, his voice
thick and harsh with lust.  She tried to pull away again and shook her
head, not daring to say a word.  She wanted to hit and slap him but was
afraid to touch him fearing to make things worse.  Kurlew pulled her hair
forcing her face against his hard cock, he rubbed it over her face and
lips, she tried to stop him no longer fearing reprisals, she drew back her
arm and punched him as hard as she could in the groin, having once heard
that was the only place a woman could really hurt a man.  He howled in pain
and doubled over, letting go of her hair, his face was mottled red with
fury, she scrambled back thinking to get away but had forgotten Bruce.  She
turned and tried to get out the door but he caught her and threw her back
into the room.  Grabbing her, he backhanded her, knocking her to the floor,
her forehead struck the corner of the chest and dazed she tried to rise
again, feeling the blood trickling down the side of her face.  She lay on
the floor, tears mingling with the blood.

   At that moment Dame Agnes walked into the room and made tisking noises.
Men are so inept she mumbled to herself.  she looked at Bruce and handed
him a pair of shackles and a long length of rope.  "you might find these
will come in handy dealing with her." She cackled and walked over to
Kurlew, she nudged him with the toe of her slipper.  "Looks like she
brought you to your knee's, I thought it was supposed to be the other way
around." Kurlew groaned and glared at Dame Agnes, slowly standing up, he
held his now limp cock in his hand and turned to MiLady "You will pay for
this you bitch." Bruce walked over and shackled MiLady's wrists together,
he grabbed her breast's and rubbed them, then squeezing hard, he giggled as
he heard her moan in pain.  Tying one end to the shackles at MiLady's
wrists the other end he threw over a rafter, her arms were pulled up over
her head until her toes were barely touching the floor.  He tied the other
end to a post of bed, knowing such a huge bed wasn't going to be moved
easily.  She tried to shake her head to clear it and pain lanced through
her, she tried not to cry out in pain, the blood dripped from her face
falling on her breast.  Kurlew walked up to her and grabbed her chin,
forcing her to look at him.  Not so high and mighty now are you, Bitch.  He
then licked the blood from her breast and bite her nipple.  She screamed
and he smiled, he always enjoyed hearing a woman scream, it made his cock
hard.  He knew he couldn't leave scars but he had every intention of making
her suffer for the injury to his cock and his pride.  With that in mind, he
beat her over and over again until she was no longer aware of what was
happening.  Kurlew rubbed his sore knuckles and turned, looking at his
second in command and Dame Agnes.  "Leave her there until she begs to do
our bidding, she is to have nothing to eat or drink." with that he left the
room, followed by the other two.

   Curled up in the casket, Bitsy took her hands from her ears and listened
for a moment.  she had heard of the cruelty humans practice on each other
but this wasn't just cruelty, this was brutality at its worst.  Ignoring
her own injuries she crawled to the candlestick and pulled herself up,
biting her lip so she made not a sound.  Peering over the edge of the
casket, she looked at the lady and tears filled her eye's again.  Bitsy
wondered if the lady was dead until she saw a slight movement, Bitsy cursed
the human race as she saw the damage done to the lady.  Clutching the
candlestick she sobbed.  She wondered how she could possibly help the lady,
the branch that had crashed into her, had left one wing injured, her leg
broken and a multitude of cuts and bruises.  She was a very young fairy and
her magic still limited.  Mary crept in the door, looking over her
shoulder, she whispered "keep a watch out Mathew, if anyone comes, cough."
He nodded, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall as if
bored with his guard duty.  Mary pressed her apron to her mouth and tried
not to cry out (knowing Mathew would come running) as she saw her beloved
MiLady hanging from the shackles.  "The bastards have gone to far this
time!" she swore.  She went to a chest and pulled out a soft linen sheet
and carefully wrapped it over MiLady's shoulders, trying to touch her as
little as possible.  Turning she ran out the door, ordering Mathew not to
let anyone enter.  "that bad is it?  Mary" he asked, she only nodded as she
hurried past.  In the kitchen they all gathered round to hear from Mary as
she scurried here and there collecting soft rags and healing balms for her
poor lady.  Harriet slammed a cleaver down chopping off the head of a
chicken and muttered to herself as she listened to Mary, with each word the
cleaver slammed down harder.  Finally she looked about the kitchen and
growled out, girls its time we took matters into our own hands, seems to me
we have a potion or two laying about that will turn these worthless sots
inside out.  Remember tho we will have to be very careful and do it slowly
so nothing is suspected.  They all nodded in agreement and set about
gathering certain herbs from the kitchen garden.  With everything stuffed
into her pockets under her apron, Mary headed back up the stairs to the
tower rooms.  She smiled sadly at Mathew and entered MiLady' chambers. 
Carefully removing the sheet, she gently washed MiLady's cuts and bruises,
paying close attention to the cut on her forehead.  "Don't cry, Mary"
whispered MiLady.  "It could have been worse." Liar her mind screamed at
her.  She tried to smile and winced at the pain from her split swollen
lips.

   *psssssssstttttt* lady, Mary heard *psssttttt* lady.  Mary looked around
the chambers with a startled glance.  MiLady whispered, in the casket,
Mary. Looking over her shoulder repeatedly, Mary walked over to the casket
and lifted it down.  Setting it on the table, she carefully opened the lid.
"A fairy, Lord above protect me, its a fairy." Mary backed away slowly. 
"Please, I wont hurt you" Bitsy called out, "let me help your mistress,
please, I can ease her pain and set her wounds to healing a little." Bitsy
knew that by helping the lady, she wouldn't have enough magic left to heal
herself, but the lady had helped her when she needed it, now she had a
favor to return.  Mary looked closely at the fairy and said "you hurt my
mistress and I will wring your scrawny fairy neck!" Bitsy chuckled at the
blustering maid and nodded.  Upon closer inspection Mary realized the fairy
was a bit worse for wear herself.  "Looks to me like you need a bit of
tending yourself there, fairy, what happened to you?  One of the dogs get
yea?" Bitsy just shrugged and muttered something dire about tree limbs. 
What is it you want me to do then?  Fairy asked Mary, still watching the
fairy for any sign of bad magic.  "Just carry me over to your mistress and
let me touch her, where she is hurt, that's all you need to do" responded
Bitsy, enjoying Mary's discomfort at being so close to her.  Wary as an old
hen watching the barnyard dog, Mary picked up the fairy and carried her
over to MiLady, Bitsy shuddered seeing the lady up close and the damage
that had been done to her, MiLady opened her swollen eye's and looked at
Bitsy, wondering what was going on.  Bitsy reached out with a fingertip and
gently touched each of MiLady's injuries, blushing as she touched her
breasts and nipples.  A warm glow seemed to spread through her body, MiLady
gasped slightly as she felt the heat of the fairies touch on her body. 
Slumping down in exhaustion, Bitsy could do no more.  "I'm sorry lady, my
magic is slight, but hopefully your pain is less and you will be able to
heal quicker." With a deep sigh of relief, MiLady realized the pain was
almost gone, only a strong ache remained.  "I am in your debt, dear fairy,
by what name shall I call you?" "My name is Bitsy, lady, I am a fairy of
the forest glen, you owe me nothing, a favor for a favor is the way of my
people." MiLady looked at Mary and added her thanks for her help, she then
told Mary to mend the fairy as best she could.  Realizing had the fairy
been able to heal her own hurts, she would surely have done so by now.

   She wondered how long they would leave her hanging like this, her calf
muscles and thighs ached from standing on her toes, her arms felt as if
they weighed three times as much as they really did.  She tried shifting
from foot to foot, slipping once she dangled from the rope, then regained
her footing, but just barely.  Finishing with the fairy, Mary turned her
attention to MiLady, bringing her a drink of water, she held the cup for
MiLady to sip from.  "I dare not let you down, they may return at any
moment" she said sadly.  MiLady shut her eye's tight for a moment not
wanting to think of what might happen when Kurlew returned.  Mary looked at
her mistress and with firm resolve, put her hands on either side of her
face and spoke earnestly.  "You must do what they want, MiLady, else one of
these times, that bastard will go to far and kill you.  Let them think you
have given in, do as they say, no matter what it is.  At least that will
give you time, time to heal fully and if possible escape this place.  You
know we will help you as much as we can." She wanted to shut her ears to
what Mary was saying, she wanted to cry out, I can't.  I just can't give in
to such villains!  but in her heart she knew Mary was right, if she gave
in, then she would live long enough to escape.  The only thing she could
not think on, was if she did escape, everyone here would pay and pay dearly
for it, they knew it, she knew it.  She could only nod in agreement to what
Mary was saying.  A tear slipped down her cheek.  Just then she heard
Mathew who had stuck his head in the door, groaning as he saw his mistress.
Mary quickly grabbed the sheet and covered her.  Mathew charged into the
room, like a maddened bull, he headed for the post where the rope was tied.
Mary grabbed his arms trying to pull him away.  "Mathew, listen to me, you
can't let her down, if you do, they will know who did it and punish you,
then they will replace her guard and we won't be able to help her anymore."
Mathew tried to shake Mary off, but she hung on like a pit bull.  He turned
to her with a look of disbelief.  "Yea want to leave her like this?" but
even as he spoke, he knew what she had said was true but didn't want to
listen, his heart still filled with rage.  He headed for the door, Mary
grabbed his shirt pulling at him to stop.  "Please, Mathew, don't do
anything rash, meet me in the kitchen after everyone has gone to sleep, I
will tell you of a plan than".  He glared at her as he walked out the door,
he had plans of his own to make, he wasn't going to leave this to a silly,
flighty woman.







































































































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