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✬「☁️」✬
Amara now lay on the dirty floor of the underground room, replaying events in her mind over and over again. Events of what could've happened if she were more careful.
She could be in the arms of her love, laying in a field. Their horses would be grazing the grass and bumping into each other. The wind would blow in their faces.
A tear fell from her eye, quickly wiped away as footsteps were heard coming down the stairs and she scurried into the corner of the room.
An O' Driscoll emerged, sunlight engulfing around him. A loud chuckle escaped his lips and he made his way towards Amara.
Her hands shook and she struggled as she was taken up by her arm and practically dragged up the stairs and thrown into the dirt.
Amaras stomach grumbled as she smelled the food being made. She looked around and her eyes stung from the sudden contact of sunlight, something she had not seen in so long. The wind blew past her and she could smell the sweet air. The smell she had missed for so long.
This sweet moment of contact with nature was interrupted from being forcefully pulled away from the ground and dragged into a cabin where Colm sat at a desk, papers scattered all over, money, cards, cigarettes.
Amara was forcefully sat on a chair and was left alone with Colm in the cabin.
"Mornin'." Colm said with a cigarette being held between his fingers and a smirk on his hideous face.
"Go to hell." Amara growled, pushing papers and miscellaneous items off the desk.
"And I was just about to make you a deal," Colm scoffed.
Amaras head shot up, a brow raised. Her hands shook and teeth chattered. "A deal?"
"I'll let you go," Colm began, taking a puff of his cigarette. "If you spy on Dutch for me."
"Excuse me?"
"No harm will come to anyone you care about; including your sister. Oh, and little John too." Colm looked at Amara with a sinister grin.
"So, if I spy on Dutch, you won't harm anyone I love?"
"Precisely."
"Go. To. Hell." Amara abruptly stood up and spit in Colms face before stepping back from him.
Colm slowly wiped the spit from his face and got up from the chair. Amara began to fill with fear and regret as he took a step towards her, a hand on his knife.
"You will regret that, darlin'." Colm said, looking at Amara with a expression that made her jump out of her skin.
"I-I—"
A gun shot sounded in camp, following with many more. There was yelling and the sound of bodies falling limp.
Colm made his way to the door and while his back was turned, Amara lunged at him. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck but to her misfortune, she had not eaten in days and barely had any strength left in her.
