To be Yours

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Another short one, bare with me xx

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Ranza let out a pained grunt as the O'Driscolls dropped her onto the stone flooring. Her leg was aching, and now her head was throbbing. "We'll see what tha big boss wants to do with ya, but if it was up ta me you'd be wiggling around camp paying yer last rites ya whore." The gang member who she vaguely recognized. She looked up at him with an almost fearful face. "Don't go anywhere now, ya hear?" He snickered, before walking up the stairs.

A few chirps of silence overtook, before a familiar voice spoke, momentarily startling the woman. "Esperanza?" She turned her head the best she could, eyes widening as she saw him. "Arthur?" She whispered in a shocked voice.

He let out a soft grunt before speaking again; "What the hell are you doin' here?" he struggled, his voice raspy and his face red. She shrugged the best she could in her situation. "Bein' kidnapped, I guess." she muttered. Arthur scoffed.

"Really? Well, I can't help but wonder why didn't ya try harder not to be?" he said bitterly as he hung upside down. "Shut up, Arthur.."

"Now not only will I have Dutch sassin' me about getting caught, but somehow I'll have Javier on me about lettin' you get caught!" he scoured in a whisper-shout. "We have more pressin' things to worry about right now, Arthur!" she said back in the same tone.

The room stayed silent, the two brooding now in their own minds. The silence lasted until a lantern shone down the stairs, and a chuckle emitted. Footsteps echoed and soon the regrettable figure of Colm O'Driscoll became visible.

"Well well well. Ain't it nice to see a familiar face here and there." He snickered as he approached the woman on the ground. Ranza squinted her eyes in the light, turning her head away and closing her eyes. "I can't say we were planning on having two guests, but I dare say I am not disappointed." He said with a sultry tone.

Ranza wrinkled her nose, balking slightly when Colm grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her to look at him. "Definitely not." He whispered with a toothy grin what made her guts coil in an unpleasant way. "You know, I've never really been found of Greasers, but I'm not a liar 'n saying I ain't thought you were as cute as a button." Colm Whispered, Arthur barely making out the words. 

Arthur seethed as he watched the interaction. Maybe she was right, maybe the comments of others at camp were the least of his worries at the moment.

Ranza let out a grunt as he dragged her up roughly by her arm, cutting the bindings at her feet and pushing her roughly up the stairs. "Don't have too much fun now down here." He said back to Arthur before lugging Ranza up the stairs. "Move it girl."

Arthur wiggled as he hung upside down, "Shit..." He groaned, looking around in a panic before hearing Colm's voice again. "Go down there and make sure he doesn't try any shit." Arthur was wiggling frantically but calmed down as footsteps echoed again.

The man who Colm sent down looked downright nasty, and he was. The pole he got to his stomach was enough to show that, "Just to be sure." He snickered, before slamming the pole against his head, knocking the hanging blonde out directly for a few summers.

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Arthur groaned as his eyes seeped open again, light was now shining down into the stoned root cellar. HIs mind immediately went to Esperanza. He needed to get them out of here, and quickly. He was already weak, and he would grow weaker. After some brainstorming he figured it would be best to escape at night, though a small problem; he had no clue where Ranza was, if she was still even here.

A few O'Driscolls came and checked on him during the day, most of them giving him a good whack too.

O'Driscolls came in and out, taking Arthur down and up off the ropes. Giving him a piece of their mind in any way they wanted to.

As this continued it made the next few days blur together, leaving Arthur unsure of how long he had even been here.

"Come on sweetheart, yer gonna have to give in sooner or later." Colm snickered in a synthetic sweet voice. Ranza let out a low groan underneath him, her jaw tightening as he pulled back a fistul of her hair.

Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, the cut that matched her hair line opening as the tension pulled at it.

"I-I don't know anything... Dutch ain't ever told me any of his... plans." She said with a wheeze, receiving a slap against the face. The Spanish woman coughed up some blood from where she had lost a tooth, the contact disturbing the gum trying to heal.

"What about that little boyfriend of yours, huh? He told you somethin'?" He asked lowly, her eyes squinting up as she mentioned Javier. God how she wished to be with him at the moment.

"N-no..." Ranza drawled, eyes blurry with the sweat that had run down into them. Colm seethed. "What about that little boy, eh? Horse boy?"

Ranza knew he was talking about Kieran, but played dumb. "Who?" She questioned in a dry voice, "Keiran. You know who I'm talkin' about."

"Oh... I ain't seen him." She mumbled, before her eyes widened and a gun met the side of her head; her vision blacking out before she could say anything.

Colm looked down at her dangerously, before turning around and leaving the room. A thud of a chair against the door rang.

Ranza wasn't sure of how long she was out, but her vision was unsteady. These were the times she wished Lucine was still around with her. Somehow the two always knew where each other were, and always had ideas of what'd happened.

One thing that'd been vastly different in running with the Van Der Linde gang versus how it was earlier on with the girls was the way people looked after one another.

Granted- when she joined Maybelle she wasn't kidnapped from an opposing gang. But granted even after staying with Dutch's for awhile she still felt... dislocated.

Maybe it was because she was a woman who wasn't strictly a laundry made similar to what Beth and Tilly did. But Sadie wasn't either.

She couldn't compare herself to the blonde either. That poor woman'd gone through enough pain with her husband.

Even though she had been kidnapped: she was... thankful for that. If she hadn't she'd probably still be well.. here.

She wouldn't have met Javier.

She hated to say it, but she preferred Bill Williamson over many of the O'Driscoll's. Though Bill truly wasn't that bad, he was just angry.

Ranza was unsure how she was still thinking; her brain feeling like it was going to blow out the top. A hand brushed the hot lump where the butt of the gun had met her head.

After collecting herself, she made her way to her feet and stumbled over to a window.

From what she could see there were few buildings. Mostly tents and a few wagons set up. She had no clue where they were located, not recognizing the set up from the talks months prior.

All she knew was she needed to find Arthur and get out, fast.