Bloodletter: The Lady Killer **ON HIATUS**

Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

 

Resta woke.

 

That alone shocked her.  She did not think this was a death fantasy or hell, so she must still be alive.  But why?

 

She was being carried down a corridor, carried between two guards, with another five in front and behind.  The hall was a mossed stone, with torches at uneven intervals.  Most of them were far enough apart to create pockets of shadow.  Resta noticed one guard had an arrow trained on her at all times.

 

She could hear screaming coming from further down the hall, in the direction she was heading.  It was hard for her to calm herself.  Resta kept reminding herself that it was just a scare tactic.  Hopefully.

 

Resta tried to move, but to no avail.  One guard noticed she was awake.  He smacked her in the head with the butt of his sword, causing her to black out.

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When Resta woke again, the scenery had changed.  They’d abandoned the hallway for a small room light by a single flickering candle.  She was seated at a table, her hands bound to the metal chair she sat in.  She flexed her hands, which was more than she could do earlier.  With some effort she could flex the muscles in her legs.

 

A man sat across from her, looking at her balefully.  He was well muscled but his hair was beginning to gray.  Shadows from the candle danced across his face, giving him a ghostly appearance.  He looked familiar.  “Do you confess?”

 

Resta was confused.  Confess for what?  When she realized, she felt like a dunce.  For murder, for treason, for stealing, pretty much anything illegal.  Still, perhaps she could get out of this… “Confess for what?” she asked in her most innocent voice.  She looked up at the man through her lashes, feigning innocence.

 

It didn’t work.  “For the murder of Lord Borin?  For the attempted murder of his wife?  For the murder of Guard Leopold?  The list goes on.  Bloodletter.”

 

Instinctively, Resta’s jaw clenched.  He knew, and there was no use hiding it.  Resta supposed it would be impossible to deny, she’d been found at the crime.  She couldn’t show her growing fear though, that would give them the advantage.  “Yes,” she said coolly, smirking.

 

The man’s eyes narrowed like a snake finding a cornered mouse.  Resta didn’t like it.  “That’s it?  Do you have any information you’d like to share?  Perhaps earn some leniency?”

 

Resta snorted.  Whatever she told these men would only dig her grave deeper.  Besides, Resta didn’t feel like betraying her cohorts, if only because she didn’t want to give this ghostly man the satisfaction.  She just glared at him.