One week later...
Camila's POV
It has been a week now since we've killed the Captain and following his death was the Lieutenant Colonel's and after his death, chaos erupted.
The Confederates had declared war on the Union just a couple of days ago by attacking Fort Sumter in South Carolina's Charleston Harbor where Union forces surrendered and were later executed, the Union not being ready for the attack since the Confederates attacked earlier than the Union was planning to.
The General of the Union has sent Lauren a letter that we should not worry and to continue our plans since the North is well-supplied and ready to retaliate back.
I stare at Lauren as she finishes writing her letter back to the General of the Union.
My vision starts to flicker as I continue to stare at her, flickering between her current form and the one of the night we killed the Lieutenant Colonel.
Flashback...
We are in the basement of a cottage Lauren rented for our stay in Mississippi where we tracked the Lieutenant Colonel who is currently bound to a chair.
Lauren circles him, her trench knife clutched tightly in her hand.
I stare at her, seeing the coldness and murderous hunger in her eyes to kill this man.
She has looked like this after she murdered the Captain and it looks like it will not go away until everyone in the Elite Circle is dead.
"I love how vulnerable you look," Lauren speaks.
The Lieutenant rolls his eyes. "Please save the talking. Just because you have me tied up does not mean anything you stupid whore!" He growls.
A malicious grin forms on Lauren's lips as her free hand grips the Lieutenant's hair and pulls his head back, while she presses the tip of her trench knife against the back of his hand which is bound to the armrests of the chair.
"Let that anger out Lieutenant. It is not affecting anyone," Lauren says.
He opens his mouth to speak but Lauren brings the knife up and then back down, burying it in his hand as he screams.
"Where is the Brigadier General?!" Lauren yells.
"I am not-"
The Lieutenant's screams intensify as Lauren twists the blade.
"You are fucking dead, you bitch!" The Lieutenant hisses, blood bubbling out of his lips. He spits at Lauren's face.
Lauren doesn't even move to wipe away the bloody spit as she leans close to his face.
"Where is he?" Lauren growls.
The Lieutenant leans back on the chair, flashing her a bloody smile. "You will kill me before I answer you," He says.
Lauren starts shaking in anger as she pulls the trench knife out and slams it down on the back of his other hand as he screams at top of his lungs.
I wince looking away as my eyes look over at Sir Ryan and the Hemsworth brothers who have stiffened.
"I know you are testing my patience and I will not allow it to falter. I will torture you until you give in and tell me then beg me to kill you," Lauren says.
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FanfictionCaptured and separated from her tribe and family. She and her tribe killed many Confederacy soldiers and now they are paying the consequences. Brought by chains, but will her new owner be as horrible as everybody says all slave owners are?
