Heavy Burdens 《Completed》- -

Chapter 28

Liz POV

Her screams fall on deaf men's ears. They echoed through the mansion but none of the maids nor soldiers present even look in her direction while Captain Chesterfield pulls her through the house.

Elizabeth curses every one of them present. If she could, Liz would burn the whole house down with everyone in it.

Rage fills her body and she struggles against Chesterfield with a strength she didn't know she had in her. Only one thing on her mind: try to get to Declan.

But it's a useless fight; Chesterfield's grip is like iron around her wrist and Liz's sure it will leave a bruise. But at least she's making his life difficult. He can't help from cursing and after pulling her up the stairs, Chesterfield suddenly turns on her. Heavy hands land on her shoulders and his face is suddenly too close against hers while being shoved up against the wall.

"I've got no problem pushing you out the bloody window from the third floor," he sneers into her face, making Liz turn her head to the side so his breath doesn't hit her face. The rage of Chesterfield only fuels her own anger and Liz turns to face him. Her free hand slapping him hard across the face.

"Lord Benton wouldn't like that," she spits in his face.

In a second, Chesterfield recovers from the surprise slap and shoves her against the wall. Knocking the air out of her longue and Elizabeth coughs loud when the pain hits her back. Chesterfield's hands grabbing her by the neck and pulling her face close to his. His iron grip pushing the air out of her.

"You think you're protected by him?" Chesterfield grins, his voice no more than a whisper. "Let me tell you; he tires quickly of women. Especially whores like yourself. Fucking Declan Harp." He makes a sniffing sound in her neck while Liz grabs his wrists, trying to pry herself loose out of the Captain's grip to breathe. "You even smell like him. You disgust me."

And he lets her go then, making her fall on her knees and taking deep breaths in. Her stomach turns, nausea forming in the back of her throat and Liz shakes her head to keep it at bay.

"Go wash that dog of you," he opens a door and waits for Elizabeth to get up and walk in.

As soon as the door closes behind her, Liz hears the key turning. Knowing full well there is no way out of here. She tried last time she was locked up in here.

But as soon as Chesterfield's footsteps disappear, Liz hears the commotion outside. She hears the shouts and yelling echoing through the compound and her heart beat picks up speed. Running towards the window, she can see the small square underneath her. A crowd gathered underneath, and her eyes grow wide with panic when she sees the nose hanging in the middle.

And she knows who it is for.

Turning her head towards the door when two maids enter, Liz frowns seeing the dress they're holding. Her eyes notice the sparkling jewels one of the two holding before her. They don't speak. They don't even look at her but seem to be waiting for something.

"I'm not bathing," her voice stubborn and she notices the two trembling on their feet.

"My Lady," the right one says, her tone worried...scared. "Please...The Lord said he would punish us if you don't wash and get dressed."

Liz's stubbornness fades as fast as it came. She has no doubt Benton's viciousness is that large he'll punish these young girls for not following an order. Liz isn't going to let this happen and walks with her chin high towards the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

The water in the bathtub is cold, probably because the maids filled the tub some time ago. But Elizabeth doesn't really feel it. Her thoughts blurry, not able to think straight when the commotion of the market reaches her ears. Even in the bathroom the shouts and screams of an angry mob gathering are heard.