AB

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Authors: André Jensen
she struggled between two poor choices, sweat
    gathering at her brow and under her arms…but at last, she lowered the pistol at her side.
    “Drop it!”
    She was reluctant. In her moist and shaky grip, the steel-and-wood flintlock offered her
    some protection. She would sooner place the barrel at her own skull than submit to the
    brutal beasts…but then who would take care of her father?
    Sophia gnashed her teeth and beat back the wretched tears that burned her eyes before
    she let the weapon slip from her stiff fingers.
    The flintlock landed on the leafy forest ground with a soft thump.
    The soldiers smirked.
    “We only want some information from you, poppet.”
    Horseshit!
    The redcoats killed and maimed and ravished the rebellious islanders. There was no
    room for “talk” within their vicious regime.
    One man approached.
    Sophia girded her muscles for the wicked assault, blood throbbing in her veins,
    pumping into her heart. The organ ballooned in her chest until her breastbone ached
    under the surging pressure.
    “There was another uprising last night.” The redcoat licked his sweaty lips. “Where are
    they hiding?”
    “Who?” she said quietly.
    “The Maroons, poppet.”
    She shook her head. “I don’t know where they are.”
    “I think you do.” He rested the musket against his shoulder, leering at her. “I think
    you’re one of their whores, and you know exactly where we can find them.”
    Sophia twirled on her heels and dashed into the woods, but the brute grabbed a fistful
    of her long locks and yanked her roughly against his frame, twisting her neck and forcing
    her lips to meet his foul breath.
    “Tell me where they are, bitch!”
    He was going to rape her whether she offered him the information or not, so she spit
    in his eyes to spite him.
    The crack across her cheek blinded her for a moment, and she dropped to the ground
    in a daze, every nerve thrumming in her body. Blood filled her mouth, stained her lips.
    There was a swelling pressure in her head, squeezing her skull.
    Sophia screamed as a weight crushed her back, pressing her breasts into the dirt,
    wrenching the breath from her lungs until she choked and gasped.
    “Tell me, poppet,” he said hoarsely in her ear. “Tell me!”
    She wriggled and thrashed under his heavy muscles, seeking air. She sensed an
    unnatural strength welling inside her, and she bucked her hips to get him off her
    backside, but he rolled with her wild outbursts, keeping her hair locked in his fierce grip
    and her hands pinned under her belly.
    “Eager for a fuck, are you?”
    She sobbed deep in her breast as he fished for her hem, raking the garment over her
    legs. The other redcoat smiled and maintained a firm watch with the musket.
    “I get her next, Paul.”
    Sophia didn’t want to know her attacker’s name. She didn’t want to know anything
    about the savage dog. She wanted to cut off his toes and pick her teeth with his bones.
    She wanted to strip the flesh from his muscles and hear his woeful wails.
    He grabbed her quim, pumping the flesh with his fingers. “Hmm…you’re a tasty dish.”
    She wanted to vomit. She kicked her legs and screamed inside her bones. He deepened
    the polluting assault, ramming his fingers inside her tight body.
    Sophia felt like she was drowning in thick, dark mud. Brain and body alike screeched in
    protest. She struggled in pain, but he overpowered her.
    “Hold her, David.”
    No! No! No!
    The other redcoat dropped the musket and knelt at her head. He braced his arms on
    her shoulders and pinned her to the ground, while his brutal cohort stripped his trousers,
    divesting himself of his Tarleton helmet during the brawl. She pinched her legs together,
    her heart swelling in her throat, but the devil wedged his knee between her thighs, forcing
    the limbs apart.
    “A good fuck might stir your memory, poppet.”
    Sophia suffocated on her tears. She stiffened as she sensed the cusp of his filthy
    erection slip between her

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