***TRIGGER WARNING: There is a scene of forced sexual relations in this chapter. You will see a bold set of *** warning you of the beginning of the scene and then another set of bolded *** to mark the end of the scene. I do not condone this behavior AT ALL, but it is vital to the story as you all are aware (if you watch the show/read the books).

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Ian couldn't hear his own thoughts as they sat around a circular table in the pub. They were all discussing what to do to find where Bonnet was – where he could be holding Brianna and Beth. He heard one word – brothel – and that was about it. His mind was spinning every which way, paining him with the thoughts of finding his dear cousin and his... his Beth dead.

He was getting antsy, his knee bouncing beneath the table as he tore his eyes from the mug of ale before him to glance in his Uncle Jamie's direction.

"We're going to go see if they are willing to tell us anything." Claire spoke up, reaching forward to clasp her husbands hand tightly. "Someone is bound to know something, right?"

Jamie nodded, "Aye." He agreed. He was praying, silently, that they were right.

"You're awfully quiet, Ian." Claire lowered her voice now, leaning over to look at her nephew.

He nodded solemnly. "Aye... I've got a lot on my mind is all, Auntie Claire."

Claire forced a small smile. She said nothing more before they all got up to head to the brothel in search of information about Bonnet's whereabouts.

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Beth spent the night alone – locked up in the room. Eppie, the larger woman who seemed to hold some kind of strange affection for her captor, had provided her dinner and that was about it. Beth found herself lingering by the window again. She closed her eyes and let the nighttime air flow through her long locks, silently praying that she would be able to hear the buzzing from where she stood.

She could not.

In fact... all she heard was Brianna's voice through the walls. It sounded as though she was reading a story.

Stepping away from the window, Beth moved to sit on the floor, pressing her ear against the small space of wall she could lean against to hear better.

"Moby Dick," She laughed softly to herself, knowing that it was one of Jemmy's favorites. She was trying to think of what kind of angle Brianna was working against Bonnet.

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The night had passed quickly. For Beth. And also for Brianna. The daughter of Jamie and Claire found herself playing into the role Stephen Bonnet was hoping she would take on.

"I was thinking," Brianna began, taking a small bite of the potato pierced by her fork before setting it down and looked up to the man before her. "I should go to get Jemmy. I'll pick him up from River Run and then bring him back here." She forced a smile on her lips. She was silently praying that it looked genuine. "That way we can finally be a family."

Brianna was smart. Probably too smart for her own good. Because Bonnet instantly shot down her plan, pushing himself to stand up now. He crossed the table and grabbed onto Brianna's arms, pulling her up into a standing position.

"Do you take me for a fool?"

"No, no of course not."

Brianna was doing her best to remain calm, hoping that what she was feeling on the inside was not being portrayed on the outside.

"Will you humor me with a kiss, my love?" Bonnet's face was stern, his eyes cold and narrowed as he stared down at Brianna.

Brianna felt her throat dry up. She felt like the walls were slowly moving towards her, closing her into a small box. In that small box, she was not alone. Bonnet was there with her. Holding her tightly, pulling her against his chest.

He was waiting. And not patiently. If looks could kill...

It would not matter. Stephen Bonnet is a murderer already.

"Ok." Brianna whispered hoarsely. Her hands moving to rest on his shoulders. She was trying. She really was.

As their lips met, Brianna mentally tampered down the burning bubbles of bile rising in her throat.

The jig was up. Brianna knew this as soon as they pulled away from one another.

"That's not the kind of kiss you give the father of your child, Brianna." He spat, gripping her arms tightly. He dove in, pressing his lips roughly against hers again and at the touch, Brianna let out a shriek.

Bonnet was mad. Wild. Venomous. He shoved Brianna backwards, watching as her back hit the frame of the doorway leading to the bedroom.

"If that is how you want it." He growled, "Then fine. I will show you how it's done."

Before Brianna could blink, Bonnet was out the door. His footsteps only carried so far away before he was returning. And he was not alone.

"Beth," Brianna breathed out, staring in shock as Bonnet shoved the brunette onto the couch – an evil grin spreading like wildfire upon his face.

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(If you do not wish to read this, you can skip until you see the next set of *****)

"No, please," Beth shoved her hands roughly against Bonnet's chest as she felt back onto the couch. Her eyes were wide as she looked behind Bonnet and saw Brianna cowering in fear. The redhead was frozen. She was not sure what she could physically do to stop Bonnet. She had been beneath this monster before, she knew what kind of evil he was planning.

"Stephen!" Brianna tried to plead with the man. She could not believe her eyes as the woman from the brothel, Eppie, wandering into the room and followed Bonnet's instructions to hold onto her. The sick bastard was going to make her watch. He was going to violate her friend and there was nothing she could do. Again, Brianna felt the bubbling bile rise in her throat.

"No, please, I beg you. Please." Beth whimpered again, trying to claw at Bonnet's face and neck as he grabbed onto her legs, raising her skirts high above her knees.

"I promise I will make this good for you, lass."

His voice was dripping thick with something foul. The more fight Beth put up, the more Bonnet enjoyed it. His vile hands grasped Beth's bare thighs, digging his fingernails into her skin, dragging down until he reached her knees. Hooking her legs up forcefully, Bonnet reached down and undid the ties to his trousers.

Instantly, Beth could feel his erection against her inner thigh. This caused her to squirm even more, trying desperately to get away from the Irishman. "No, please!" She would continue to cry with no avail. Stephen Bonnet was a ruthless man. This was his way of making some kind of statement.

Reaching down between them, he wrapped his hands around his length and roughly shoved himself forward, entering Beth against her will. He had turned his head, pumping his hips slow at first, his eyes meeting Brianna's. A devilish grin formed on his lips before he looked back down to Beth. One hand held her leg open, pressing her knee up and back to provide more space for him as he snapped his hips roughly into her own.

He ignored the tears streaming down her cheeks even though she was squeezing her eyes shut tight. He leaned down and ran his tongue along her cheek, drinking in the tears she was crying because of him. His hips sped up, and his hands tightened around her throat, pressing down onto her collarbone. The sound of her gasping for breath ignited a fire within Bonnet, stoking the flames of his insanity. With a low grunt and a final few pump of his hips, he spilled his warm seed within her walls before turning back around to look at Brianna.

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Once Bonnet tucked himself back into his trousers and left the room, Eppie released Brianna and followed him.

"Oh Beth!" Brianna cried, tears were streaming down the redheads cheeks almost as much as they were Beth's. Brianna pulled her skirts down to cover her legs before she wrapped her arms around the girl and held her close to her chest.

Rocking back and forth, Brianna did was she could to comfort Beth. It was of no use. No matter how much time would pass, she would see his face in her dreams. She would feel his disgusting, vile hands on her innocent flesh, his tongue on her cheek licking away her tears.

The two women sat besides one another on the couch, Brianna's arms wrapped tightly around Beth's shoulder as they rocked back and forth, side to side. The only sound that could be heard was the crying and gasping for breath from Beth as she tried to forget what she had just been through.

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Only a few hours had passed since the incident when Bonnet rejoined Brianna and Beth.

"There is someone that I want you both to meet." He spoke softly and looked right at Beth as he did so. Beth, on the other hand, refused to look up. Her gaze was aimed straight ahead, memorizing the hideous pattern of the curtains hanging on the window.

They had no way of getting out of whatever it was Bonnet wanted them to do. He grabbed onto both of their arms, lifting with ease, and dragging them along the hallway to the other side of the house.

In the room there was an older gentleman, a smoking pipe hanging from his crusty, dry lips.

Bonnet had tied both women's arms behind their backs at their wrists. The rope was tight and digging into Beth's flesh. Her eyes were still wet from all of the tears she had shed.

"This one looks like she'll not be worth the money, Mr. Bonnet." The man spoke up, a look of uncertainty on his face as he eyed Beth, hearing her sniffling, and noticing her red and puffy eyes.

"I've just had her meself, good sir." Bonnet smirked, moving to run his fingers along her cheek. "She gets quite theatrical with her lovers. She is worth a pretty penny." He told him, before moving onto Brianna.

The man inspected Brianna closely, with his eyes and his hands. Bonnet held tightly onto Beth's arm to hold her in place. He could see the fight in her eyes was slowly dying, but she was still struggling against him.

As the two men discussed the price for both Beth and Brianna, Beth felt her eyes falling shut. She was trying to think back on better days. Ian. The vision of the redhead entered her mind and helped her feel at ease. Now she was not sure if she would ever see him again.  She was now being taken out of the house and dragged through the sand towards a boat. As she tried to look around at her surroundings, she prayed to hear the buzzing.

Her eyes met Brianna's as the man pulled her further apart from her. Beth was then thrust into the arms of another man, his fingertips digging into her arm as he held her up and tight against him. Bonnet was following with Brianna in his grasp.

Before she could blink, Beth felt herself being pulled down into the sand. Her head crashed again the arm of the man who had been holding her. Struggling for a moment, since her arms were still tied behind her back, Beth lifted her head and blinked.

The man was dead. His eyes were wide and blank. Glancing further down, Beth soon realized what had killed this man.

An arrow.