Her hands were tied to a creaking bench and her captor had five other men with him. He was dressed in the garb of an outlaw. A leather shirt; worn trousers and worn boots. His chestnut hair a scraggly mess but his facial hair seemed to be neatly trimmed. And he was above average height for a Bree-lander. He leered at her and said in a mocking tone "My, my I'm surprised you don't know who I am flower." She scowled at him "I've never seen you before in my life!" He laughed "Oh just like your Mother. So very feisty. Little, little Maarie." Realization came upon her and she cried out "You.. you're the one that took her from me all those years ago! The one she ran off with!" It was her Mother's lover. He stooped down and touched her cheek "If you be a good little flower, I'll let you out of this room. Yes be a good girl now Maarie." He sneered. Cassiah scowled "Be a good girl? Am I some animal to be tamed? How dare you touch me!" Her captor laughed in a booming manner and looked to his puppets "Lock the door men, out we go." There she was left locked inside an empty room with naught but a bench. She could hear the ramblings of the men outside. A mixture of fury and fear dancing in her heart. She had to get away from this mad man. The one that took the very person that brought her into the world away. Moving this way and that way; trying to get free of the rope. Her blade was sprawled across the floor, thanks to her 'friend'. Much to her dismay; he had returned only moments later with a water bucket.
"You're trying to get free aren't you flower? Well this is what I say to that." He strode towards her and drenched her in cold water. She coughed and sputtered, her body quivering as it reminded her of that day she nearly drowned as a child. The water was so cruel and sharper than any steel. He laughed "Daddy isn't here to protect you anymore now is he, my beauty?" The words cut deeply into her heart and soul. Her Father was her best friend and the only one that truly understood her.
"You belong to me.. ya hear? I'm the one that can give you everything." He snarled "You're mine Little Maarie. I'm the one that gave your Mother everything she could have dreamed of now it's your turn. If you just behave.. you could stay here and enjoy yourself." His words were sickening.
She sat on the bench and decided the best way to get out of here was to play along "I'll be good and I'll even clean your boots. If you just cut my bindings." But who knows? Maybe he was not as dumb as he looked. This was going to be a long, long evening.
