WARNING: CONTENT WARNING FOR GENERAL UNPLEASANTNESS.
READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
South Carolina
October 1784
Cassie thrashed in the huge man's iron grip, anger and panic overriding the shrill, stabbing pain from her shoulder. His animal grunts and heavy, harsh breathing panicked her. On the other hand, her temperamental father may not have given her much, but she knew how to treat unruly customers.
She stomped on his foot. He howled, and his grip loosened just enough for her to twist and pivot away. Free! Moultrie's grin faded into something much less friendly. He approached, raising his hand to strike, so she kicked him. Hard. Moultrie cried out and went down.
Still free, so she ran for the balcony doors. The curtain fluttered in a gentle breeze, the scent of autumn promising safety. Yet the brute pursued her across the study. Something hard slammed into her good shoulder from behind, twisting her about in mid-flight. She fell into the door, glass shattering and only her mask saved Cassie from terrible scars as shards showered the room. Instinctively she shielded her face. Was she injured? No?
Run!
Then she felt his fist close about her collar from behind and throw her to the ground. Cassie managed one grateful gulp of air before he fell on her. Christ! He had to weigh twenty stone! Fortunately he rose up enough so she could breathe - and backhanded her. She screamed through bloodied lips as he clenched his fist.
"Enough!" Moultrie cried.
Cassie used the man's momentary confusion to scramble away blindly. She had to get out. She had to flee. Weapon. John's pistol was around here somewhere. Yes! Cassie lunged for it.
Moultrie stomped on her hand. "No, Spider," he said grimly through clenched teeth. He ran two fingers along the flat of her knife "No, I don't think so. I've been waiting for you all night. Hold her, Jasen."
Then the brute was back, pinning her arms. She twisted violently, but this only encouraged him to squeeze her wrists harder. Exeter snarled.
"How?" Cassie demanded, still struggling. "How did you know?"
"I knew after you heard about the soldiers taking prisoners to Branchville it would only be a matter of time before you came after them - then after me. One of the privates made it back home today, so I thought you'd try to come tonight."
"You sacrificed soldiers just to get to me!?" Callahan's pain-stricken face flashed through her mind. "Bastard!"
"What are soldiers for but to be killed?" Moultrie asked. "Now, let's see who you are." Moultrie knelt and reached for her mask.
She bit him.
He grinned through the pain, gripped her jaw and cut away the mask. His eyes widened and he ripped the skullcap away, exposing her brown tresses. "Cassandra isn't it?" He shook his head. "Now that is a surprise. Jasen, you remember Colonel Preston? This is his beloved."
"RRRRRRRRRR!?!?"
She spat in his face. He grinned tightly and thrust, the blade missing her neck by inches. She flinched, realized she wasn't hurt, and glared.
"All this time John's been looking for the Spider, not knowing it was in his bed." He retrieved the knife and stood. "How marvelous."
"He doesn't know anything about this!" she shouted.
Moultrie turned away. "Oh, I believe you. He isn't nearly smart enough for this kind of subterfuge. That leaves the question of what to do with you?" He regarded the blade. "It would be a pity to kill you."
"RRRRRRRR!"
"What did you say, Jasen?" Moultrie whirled.
"RRRRRRRR!"
"I didn't think you still had thoughts like that, Jasen! Tonight is just full of surprises!"
Cassie tried to bring her leg up, but primitive instinct served Exeter well. He deflected the attack and ground his knee into her thigh. She writhed.
"RRRRRRRR!"
"Yes, I suppose that
would be worse than killing her." Moultrie regarded his captive. "I'm impressed, Jasen. You must promise to keep her alive, but otherwise of course you may have her."
"Johnny will kill you!" Cassie screamed.
"'Johnny' will never know," Moultrie replied. "If you tell him, I will kill you for being the Spider ... and then him for being an accomplice. Where would that leave little orphaned Christiana? With me, I suppose." He nodded at Exeter and turned away.
A last, superhuman effort let her twist onto her side, but that only convinced Jasen to land on her again. Then the screams began in earnest.
Moultrie regarded the knife and thrust it through his belt, uninterested in the cries and growls behind him. "Along came a spider," he said. "And was squashed."