The Veiled Lass

Chapter Eight

It was something out of her most hellish of nightmares.Elspet couldn't move a muscle and whether is was from the undiluted fear of the excruciating pain in her back she didn't quite know.

Repugnant thick hot fingers slid down her neck and rested at the nape.Just his touch made Elspet nauseated and break into a cold sweat. "Turn to me lass"The same sickening voice from before spoke.The meaty fingers trailed down her bloodied back pressing painfully into the wounds when she did not immediately comply.

The fiery pain in her back lit anew whimpers of pain and and desperate pleas for mercy tumbled from her mouth.Her cries were ignored as her captor forcefully turned her to face him and caged her against the rough wood door.Red rimmed pleading eyes met barbaric pools of montrous intentions.

He looked her over his sickening gaze examining her like a prize horse for sale;for the taking.

"Yee are quite the creature"He blurted incredulous.The brute raised his left hand and began to stroke Elspet's cheek roughly.Elspet winced at the name "creature" she was quite hideous and the brute had acknowledged it yet here he still was taunting his prey before he consumed her why was he not disgusted.

His dark eyes met her's again and she couldn't help but shudder.His hair lay matted with dirt and blood upon his head and his beard did not fare much better.His dark eyes were small and beady like a snake and held just as much malice.He was tall and was shirtless before her in breeches yet from the condition his body was in he should have kept in on.A ragged scar ran down his large face from his left temple across his left eye and ended above his right cheek bone.The smell in the barack was a rancid mixture of sweat,blood,urine and most promient;alcohal.The brute was then joined by several other warriors that looked at her like starved men.

"She looks like a fallen angel"A smaller warrior grinned toothily towards Elspet as he spoke displaying several missing and rotten teeth.He stumbled drunkily towards her and to her dismay she realized the men crowding around her were all drunken."Why see even has wounds where her wings were torn"As if to prove his point the man crept closer and ran a hand done her bloodied back.

"Well angel means virgin and I've never deflowered a lass before"The brute chuckled darkly as he set his gaze back upon her.He raised his left hand from her face and moved to rip her thin chemise from her breasts.Elspet shrank back in terror and struggled feebly as her strength began to trickle away

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Breac couldn't understand what it was.

He didn't know really anything about the lass yet he felt so much protectiveness and possessiveness and affection for the lass.She was different from all other lasses she didn't throw herself at him like a cat in heat.She didn't use her looks to rope lads in she was simple and timeless and she had him begging for more.He would give anything to see her face; to look into her eyes.

Breac raked a hand through his mussed hair and thudded his head against the tapestry covered wall.He groaned his body was strained with sexual tension.He needed the cool night air to draw the heat and tension from his body if he had any hope at a restful night sleep.Breac stood and began his journey to frigid night air.

He padded down the cold stone halls and slipped out of the side door of the great hall and into the crisp night air.Breac walked for quite awhile yet none of the tension and desire left his body and frustration began to set in.

Then he heard it.

A sound that struck him to his core.

Desperate cries and raunchy laughter mixed like a sickening acid emanated from the soldier barracks.He broke out into a sprint and as he got closer the weak cries became weaker and weaker and more desperate with each step he took and it pushed him harder.

He found himself in front of the large oak door and wasted no time ripping it open and what he saw made his stomach drop.

At least a dozen soldiers stood in a circle and were taking times throwing a lass from between themselves.The girl was naked and bleeding profusely from deep gashes down her back.Familiar dark chocolate tendrils were matted with blood,dirt and tears and formerly porcelin skin was smeared with dark blood and bruises.

A red mist settled upon Breac and he roared.

The lanky soldier that held the battered Elspet dropped her quickly and skidded back.The soldiers dispersed quickly leaving Elspet looking lifeless on the dirt floor.Breac ran to her and kneeled to cradle her in his arms.He brushed the bloody hair out of her unveiled face and stared at the injured girl stunned at what he saw