Scarlett's Secret

Chapter 14 - The Brute with the Key

I crept past the stern, daunting soldiers that guarded the only escape against my unrecognisable room. I did not belong here, it would of never have been a home to me. The King would have dismissed me of my 'duty' when I failed to bear him a son. I was an outsider, a pest to the royals; and now I was dressed as one.

I beheld the man's gaze if you could even distinguish he was a human. He never regarded my existence, my disguise was a success. I almost stumbled over the severe, shady stone that supported my weight.

"Don't fumble slave, what use are you if you cannot even stand on your stumpy knees." He blurted, his bellowing belly chortling in applause.

I kept my head low and continued in my pursuit. The poor manner in which the guards of the kingdom treat the maids, who do so much for the royal family, brings illness to my stomach. Though, it did not shock me as so. When I was working at the stables all those months ago, I was treated similarly.

The only use these months have brought me is the familiarity of each room of the formidable monarchy which would be of my benefit in finding Tyson's whereabouts.

I shuffled through the halls of the gold-stained walls. The eyes of the portraits stared down at me, adjudicating my stumbling steps, watching my every shake of fear that trembled within, totalling my goosebumps on the only visible flesh of my chest and unfamiliar façade.

After what seemed like hours of huddling through the kingdom on a low scale, I had finally escaped the guards whistling and cruel commands. But at last, my eyes were drawn to a dark wooden door that would lead me down a spiral set of moss befuddled stone stairs. "I'm approaching my love, hold on," I whisper, hoping, wishing I will get to see my Tyson and the pink fullness of his cheeks.

An abysmal groan echoed from the tainted wooden door as I slid through. This was it; this miniature stairwell would lead me to my beloved, or my death. I crept down the daunting stairs, heading for my darling.

I peered down, hiding behind the stone wall. There was a guard seated parallel to the cell in which Tyson sat crouched in the corner. Nothing more than hoary hay supporting his frail form as he shivered. I gasped when the guard looked my way; it was too late to run now.

"You; servant, come forth." He stood profoundly, pointing his stern finger toward me.

I shuffled over; contemplating what would seem excusable for my visit. I should have thought of this prior, however, I doubted I would make it to this point. I turned to Tyson, as soon as he recognised it was me he hastily scuttled to the bars, wrapping his chained wrists around them.

"What is the reason for your visit?" The guard spoke down to me.

"Tyson." I breathed, discarding the man and hurrying down to kiss his trembling lips.

The guard grabbed me by the elbow and threw me against the wall.

"GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF HER!" Tyson screamed, helplessly reaching for me.

"Shut up peasant!" the guard responded before directing his attention towards me. He grabbed my jaw and examined my azure irises that were being drowned by the whites of my eyes. "You're too lovely to be a maid, you look mighty familiar..." he paused, pulling off my white headpiece. "Oh my! You're the King's guest are you not? You're his whore, Scarlett isn't it?"

"I am no whore." I spat, pushing the grotty man off of me.

He ignored my remark and continued, "But if you are a guest, why are you dressed as a maid." He then turned to Tyson. "Oh my, my!" he chortled. "You love the servant boy, oh this is too good! And now you are here to rescue him, how romantic." He mocked. "Maybe I should go tell this love story to the rest of the King's guards, aye?" he snickered before heading towards the stairwell.

I ran to reach for his arm, "Please do not warn anyone of my presence, I beg of you." I pleaded.

The guard shook off my grasp. "Well, there is one thing you can do to keep me silent." He pondered, walking back towards his stool; his finger tapped at his bearded chin. "It would be unfair if the King could have you all to himself, aye?"

I turned to Tyson as he digested what the brute was suggesting. "No, absolutely not! Scarlett don't do this, please just go. Return back to your room, collect your things and leave me here."

The guard pounded his hefty baton against the silver chamber. "Shut it you, as for you dear Scarlett," He sat down on the stool and tapped his lap for me to approach him.

I walked over towards him and hesitantly wrapped my legs around his bellowing belly. He adjusted me around on his lap. During this, Tyson's continuous pleading and forceful shaking of the silver entrapment filled my ears.

The brute wrapped his broad hands around the cups of my breast, attempting to arouse me. He then ripped open the piece of material that covered my chest and held me again. I slid out of his grasp, infuriating him more. He raised his hand against my cheek and threw me down towards the rigid ground. My cheek enraged with heat as tears began to spill.

Tyson's tongue cursed the man repeatedly as he continued to thrust his body against the cell walls. The guard grabbed the back of my hair and brought me to my knees. He began untying his trousers and pulled out his erect member.

He forced my hands around him and pulled my head close. His head fell back in relief, awaiting my lips; although they never came into contact as I pushed the creep with all my might against the cell, allowing Tyson to wrap the chains that confined his wrists around his neck, crushing and suffocating his throat.

The brute squealed and helplessly grasped at his neck, trying to rid the chains. When his body finally fell still, I reached into his side belt and pulled the keys to unlock the cell.

Tyson escaped and kicked the beast several times before falling into my embrace. "Scarlett, my honey-sweet Scarlett." He began kissing every visible section of my skin. "Are you ok?" he grazed his hand against my pulsating cheek.

"I'm much better now my love." I kissed him long and passionately. "But how are we going to get you out of here unnoticed?"

Tyson began buttoning up the rest of my blouse, before looking down at the guard. "I have an idea."