We Belong

Twisted Part Four

Here were are with the final part of twisted.

In the previous chapter we followed Finn as he witnesses what is going on with Millie and his body.

A voice continues to guide Finn as he hovers near Millie, restraining himself from trying to contact her, knowing it would only make her suffer more and she would believe him to be dead.

Millie's breakdown on the phone call with Paige and her subsequent breakdown upon truly seeing just how severely Finn is injured. She goes through the motions at the trailer and hobbles to Finn's room, hugging his shirt as she cries herself to sleep.

Millie's past life dream reveals that she was a healer and Finn was a Templar Knight. Condemned to burn at the stake for lies. She recalls the parting of her beloved and feels lost as he can not save her only to be saved by the knight who has indeed returned to her.

Robert arrives after finding out from Matt of Millie's injuries. He berates her and informs her that she will be monitored at all times and will not be allowed to be around Finn outside of filming.If she disobeys he will make Finn pay for it.

Knowing her father will follow through with his threats, Millie complies and Robert orders her to get dressed.

Warning: Sexual situations are present at the end. Nothing too explicit, as it deals with hurt and comfort sex (not quite the same as Finn and Milie's usually lust filled sexual sessions. While it's not as intense or wild, comfort sex is just as needed and enjoyable for couples from time to time.)

And now we begin!

*********** denotes past life dream

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1179 AD Habenshire Castle

He kept his arms tucked inside the hooded cloak wrapped around his body, his surcoat hidden and his head hung low as he entered the edge of the crowd gathering in the massive courtyard.

The news of Marsilia's arrest had reached his ears on the road towards Habenshire and Wymond, in his fear for her safety, had pushed Abel into full gallop, desperate to reach the castle before his beloved could be executed for a crime he knew in his heart she did not commit.

Now here he was, disguised, his height greater than the majority of the crowd, allowing him to see Marsilia tied to a stake, her body being abused by the hurling of rocks.

Rage, quick and boiling, consumed his veins at the mistreatment and cruelty and it took all his willpower to stay his hand from returning such punishment upon the transgressors.

Mobs are always dangerous and unpredictable, he reminded himself. I must remain calm and focus on my task to rescue Marsilia and escape Beric's castle.

Wymond knew of that particular lord well enough.

His estate was one of the largest fiefdoms in all of England and his wealth was tied to the massive farm and vine lands within the region around the castle. And yet this was not enough. Beric was always looking for more, taxing his people at rates higher than any other fiefdom and doing little in return for such forced investment.

Wymond had passed through the fiefdom on his way to Oxfordshire, stopping upon the road when he spied some of Beric's men harassing the surfs that were working in the fields. When the knight had admonished them for their cruelty, they lashed out, resorting to physical violence as cowards in groups often did.