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Hi, my name is Catelli
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| Created: 2008-03-02 16:38:52 |
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They continued on their way along the corridor, passing tattered portrait after tattered portrait, growing closer and closer to the huge oak double doors looming up ahead. Every so often, the man carrying the unconscious Drewe over his shoulder like a rag doll would shift her position before falling back into step with the rest of the party, but otherwise no words were uttered by a single person. As they got closer to the doors, Annalise glanced sideways to her left to where Maine walked, head down, her usually gorgeous hair falling limply across her face, now matted and lank. She seemed to be thinking intently. Looking to her right, Annalise’s gaze rested on Harley who, unlike Maine, was striding tall along the stone corridor, her head erect and had a determined expression on her face. Just as they reached the end of the corridor-
“Stop!” The voice of Drewe’s captor rang around the room. They came to a halt, and he walked out and around the group to where the oak doors were now towering above them. He was about to push them open when, out of nowhere, Harley suddenly spoke.
“Give us Drewe then MATE!” Maine closed her eyes, wincing and shaking her head slightly as Annalise moved closer to Harley, brushing against her bare arm as though warning her. Harley ignored them.
“I’d rather that I walked to my death bed with ALL of my sisters at my side thank you very much!” She stood there, hands on hips and glaring venomously at their captors. When the six men remained still, she added crabbily, “I’m allowed a final request aren’t I?!” The men exchanged wary looks for what seemed like forever, before the thug carrying Drewe finally bent down and rolled her roughly onto the filthy stone floor. As though in reaction to this sudden change of position, she moaned deathly quietly, frowning slightly, but her eyes remained closed. Maine hurriedly knelt beside her closely followed by Annalise who began frantically checking her over; lifting her eyelids to observe her pupils, listening at her mouth to check her breathing. Maine was stroking Drewe’s forehead, brushing her hair out of her eyes, her cheeks glistening, even in the gloom, with silent tears. Harley was at Drewe’s side in an instant and began to tap her on the face, talking quickly and urgently.
“Drewe? Drewe babe, can you hear me? Drewe! It’s Harley sweetheart-”
“Oh for crying out loud, enough!” one of the minions bellowed angrily, grabbing Maine by the hair and grabbing her arm as he pulled her roughly to her feet; Harley let out a cry like a wounded dog and launched herself at the man only to be restrained roughly by three of the others. Just as the other two thugs reached Annalise and the still unconscious Drewe, they suddenly froze, their eyes widening in fear for, at that same moment, the great oak double doors which had been elegantly looming above had been thrown open, to reveal the room beyond….
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