Grigory Borzenko Hell The third story from the series “The Love Affairs of Angeline Brontë”

Grigory Borzenko
Hell
The third story from the series “The Love Affairs of Angeline Brontë”

Episode one
With double feelings, Angelina Bronte left her native Flint. On the one hand, everything was going well. She visited her native town, where she spent her childhood and youth. I saw my childhood friends. And, most importantly, I stayed in my home and saw my parents. She spent a long time begging them to move to her new home in Liverpool. They agreed with their daughter’s arguments that there was more comfort there, a more populated city, that it would be better and more fun for them there. But they asked to be given time to think. Let Thomas Humphrey and his wife calm down behind that house for now. And they themselves are still afraid to leave their homes. Where everything is familiar, where there is work, home. Even if it is much more modest than the one in Liverpool, it is our own, dear. The parents promised that they would often visit their relatives, check on them, and at the same time occasionally look after their daughter’s new home. But so far they have not decided to leave their native Flint forever.
That's what they decided on. The daughter hugged her parents, said goodbye, and went to Liverpool. She decided to take one last look at how Thomas and Grace had settled into her home, inspect everything there again, perhaps give some orders, and then go back to London. Over the past time, she has already managed to miss the capital's social bohemian life.
But there was another side to her thoughts with which she was now leaving Flint and going to Liverpool. Not as pleasant, satisfying to her soul, as the first. Our distressed heroine understood that when she left Flint, she was taking with her something that she could not only be proud of, but also something that she could just as easily be ashamed of. This refers to her love affair with Jack Goodman. If you console yourself, then you could drive all thoughts away and write this incident down as your absolute asset! Like some kind of another love victory. In her place, many ladies would be happy if such a handsome and stately blue-eyed young man paid attention to them. To seduce such a handsome man, in the minds of a woman, this could be equated with male victories in military battles. For a lady, another victory on the love front is more important than for a commander, triumph in the Battle of Marsot-Mura or another battle. All this is true three times! But…
If she were leaving Flint, and her lover would kneel before her, kiss her hands, swear his love, assure her that from now on he could not live without her, and promise her a new meeting, then it would look completely different! Completely different! But the fact of the matter is that she left the town alone, and with the full understanding that the romance with this romantic poet and lover of collecting herbariums would most likely have sunk into oblivion. Finally and irrevocably!
On the one hand, they did not seem to quarrel and did not say any offensive words to each other, from which it would be clear that everything was over between them. Perhaps he likes her so much that he could forgive her for some peculiar betrayal, that incident with the locked gate, and they could continue their affair. But on the other hand, she understood that this was hardly realistic. When she then went into the night, she heard him yelling behind her. Yelled louder than the rest! No, he did not curse her. But he, almost like a slaughtered pig, squealed in hysterics, begging to open the gate, wanting to catch up with the fugitive. It was clear that for him the money he would receive for Edward's capture meant much more than she, Angelina. And what she thinks about him now. He was ready to humiliate himself in front of her... However, why was he ready?! Squealing in an unnatural, hysterical voice, he actually humiliated himself in front of her!
And how, in comparison with this moral decline of Jack, Edward looked courageous and proud, who behaved with amazing dignity! That's who had to beg her to open the gate! The Tower was at stake! Jack's imprisonment in this terrible dungeon and his miserable existence in this stone bag for many years. And perhaps forever! But he was silent! He didn't say a word! And how he looked at her! God! How beautiful he was at that moment! Driven into a corner, in the literal sense of the word, he looked at her with such dignity that even now, with the passage of time, remembering this, a lump rolled into her throat...
It was precisely this comparison of Jack with Edward that gave the answer to the fact that the words “secondly” intended by the author now lose all meaning. After all, even without all this, the girl mentally understood that, after everything that had happened, this short-term relationship was unlikely to have a continuation. And not only because of the devastation in her soul and the reluctance to see the one whom she sincerely admired just recently. And also because there was no reason or opportunity for them to meet again.
The only thing that connected them was the park in Hawarden. Cute, cozy, picturesque. Recently, the girl went to admire it, as well as those she met there, almost every day. After what happened, she categorically did not want to go there again! And not only because of the fear that in a possible meeting with yesterday’s admirer, he might behave unpredictably. Her eyes just didn’t want to see, neither this park, nor, especially, this admirer. Even though he is thrice handsome and blue-eyed...
But this park, we repeat, was the only thread that connected them with Jack. They were so carried away by everything that was happening, admiring nature, poetry, love games, that neither he nor she told each other where they lived! Therefore, now, even if they wanted to see each other, they would not know where to look for each other...
However, the fact is that she didn’t even want to look for him! Her eyes didn't want to see this man! It came and went! That's it, period! We can only be glad that this is all behind us!
But, alas, she just didn’t want to be happy. Be that as it may, no matter how low her next gentleman seemed, the fact remained a fact: the third meeting in her life, the third, a man, the third intimacy and the third separation...
Yes, you can console yourself with the thought that this time it was not her who was abandoned, but she did it herself! But this did not serve her as a consolation... She was embarrassed that she, so three times beautiful and wonderful, and each time remained with a broken love trough... It was not funny... It was a blow to her pride... Whoever she didn’t like, whoever was disgusting to her, gave luxury quartets for her, and perhaps he would give her other expensive gifts in the future! And whoever she likes the most, he didn’t give anything, not a single trifle! And in the end he abandoned her... Betrayed her... After all, you shouldn’t delude yourself that it was she who abandoned Jack. It was he who abandoned her. He exchanged her, Angelina, for a cash prize, for money for betraying Edward...
Edward... Over and over again she remembered what she had done, and each time she consoled herself that she had done everything right! Yes, he offended her terribly! Yes, he betrayed her in the truest sense of the word! He didn’t just abandon him, like some men abandon women. He deceived her and gave her hope! He lied to her! Betrayed! Betrayed! And betrayed me again! At first she slept and saw how she would take revenge on him! And now, when a stunningly wonderful opportunity turned up to take revenge on him, and to take revenge cruelly and, most importantly, with someone else’s felling, which gave reason not to reproach himself personally for what he had done, he acted completely differently!
Repeatedly asking herself the question why she did this, she found the answer. The point is not only that deep down she loved and pitied him. The point is something else, much more sublime and noble.
She remembered how many times in her life she had listened, especially from women, how they dreamed of taking revenge on someone for some kind of insult and sin. Revenge became the goal of their whole life! It seemed to them that the more cruel their retribution was, the more spiritual satisfaction they would receive! The more their offender will think about how wrong he was. Yes, such a thought has a right to exist, and no one has the right to reproach anyone for thinking this way. After all, this is what Angelina herself did when she was not too lazy to cover a considerable distance, go to the king and ensure that Philip cruelly paid for the fact that he once told her: “Get out!” She achieved her goal!
But now she wanted to do something unconventional! Not like everyone else! She formulated her illogical action regarding Edward in almost a single phrase! She made it so that now she will not spend her whole life chasing Edward in order to repay his evil with evil, but from now on he will try to find her all his life in order to repay her with good for her good!!!
Has it dawned on you, dear readers and listeners, what an amazingly powerful phrase our heroine formulated?! And what an even more amazing and noble meaning is put into it!
The author is sure that not just the majority of us, but all of us, absolutely every single one of us, live according to the principle of “an eye for an eye”! Now I sincerely ask you to concentrate and think about what an amazingly powerful lesson this fragile girl has given all of us now! Yesterday's teenager! Gave a lesson in Kindness, Mercy and Wisdom! And, if any of those who read this book or listen to the audiobook, not only to savor the intimate or love scenes of this story, but are able to think and understand more deeply, there will be those who will heed the wisest advice of my heroine, That means neither she nor I, as the author who came up with all this, did not live in vain. This means they did at least a little bit of something good, taught someone kindness.
Invented, and, most importantly, really brought to life by our young heroine, the phrase is so comprehensive, strong, worthy of imitation that I will allow myself to repeat it at the end of the first episode of this book again! People! Live by a wise principle! Live and act in such a way that you do not spend your whole life chasing someone in order to bring him harm, but let people look for a meeting with you, wanting to reciprocate your good with good!!!

Episode two
Approaching her new home in Liverpool, she admired it from a distance. Good! How good! Eye-catching! And the house itself, and the lovely garden all around. Everything is well maintained, everything is beautiful. You will need to talk to Thomas and Grace. And it will infest houses, and, most importantly, in relation to the garden. If they themselves have expressed a desire to live in such a luxurious house, then caring for the garden will require a lot of time and effort. Will they be able to handle this themselves? Or do you need to hire a gardener? After all, there is a lot of work here, it will take a lot of time and labor. But beauty will be maintained. That's how beautiful everything looks! Even from a distance! True, the view is spoiled by some beggar sitting near the fence, not far from the gate, begging for alms. Angelina is sincerely ready to sympathize with such poor people, but she does not intend to come to terms with the fact of a cluster of homeless people near the gates of her house. One will appear, then the second, they will set up a waste place somewhere nearby, turning the wonderful view of the house and the park into a fetid cesspool. This was clearly unnecessary.
Therefore, she was not too lazy to approach the beggar, make a donation, but at the same time ask him not to sit in that place anymore. Or on any other, near this house.
The poor guy looked at Angelina with a look that contained both gratitude and regret.
- Thank you, madam, for your kindness. For a generous gift. Although, of course, it’s a pity that you ask me about this. You are probably the mistress of this house?
- Absolutely right! - The lady answered. – Therefore, you must treat my request with understanding.
- Yes! Yes! Miss! I understand! I'm leaving! I understand!
- That is great! Thank you mister!
And the satisfied girl calmly and peacefully headed towards the gate. Being firmly convinced that the short story with this beggar is over. It never occurred to her that this was not the end, but the beginning. The good-natured voice and embarrassed look of the beggar said that he was an easy-going person, that he accepted everything and was immediately retreating. If our heroine were to turn sharply back now, she would see how the tramp, who a minute ago was a model of humility and obedience, was now boring into her as she walked away with a heavy, gloomy, ominous gaze...
No, he did not rush after the unsuspecting lady with any aggressive intentions. He really humbly, and even quite quickly, walked away. But he didn't just leave. He hurried to where they were waiting for him. Those who, in fact, sent him to Angelina’s house were waiting for him to determine the moment when the mistress of the house would return to her home. Now this moment has finally arrived. Now the imaginary beggar needed to quickly inform his owners that “the bird has arrived.” We must do everything to ensure that the cage door slams shut as quickly as possible.
Poor Angelina did not even suspect what sinister mechanism was now set in motion...

Episode three
Angelina was in high spirits. Tomorrow she will go to London again! No matter how good it was in Flint with her parents, no matter how sweet the nights in Hawarden Park with a romantic poet and herbarium lover, no matter how good it was in Liverpool and in her new home, the capital’s bohemian life at court is still something special! She has already become quite bored with the glitz of a social gathering. She'll hit the road early tomorrow morning! In the meantime, we could finally take a walk around Liverpool, take a final look at its unique beauties, and wander, slowly and dreamily, through its streets and squares.
She came out of the gate and looked to see if the beggar was sitting in the same place. Having made sure that there was no one there, she, satisfied, walked further with a leisurely gait.
She did not pay any attention to the carriage standing in the distance, with curtained windows. Little did she know that at that time several pairs of eyes were closely watching her every move.
As soon as she managed to move a considerable distance, the leader of the bandits gave a sign to his friends, and the carriage rushed after the unsuspecting victim.
Just as she didn’t understand why the carriage stopped next to her. And then she was simply not given time to understand anything. The stately men who quickly jumped out of the carriage grabbed her just as quickly and firmly, and instantly pushed her into the carriage. The doors immediately slammed shut, the coachman whipped the horses, and the carriage quickly rushed forward.
We can only imagine how our heroine felt at this time. However, there are moments and things in life when you don’t need to imagine anything. When everything is clear without ideas or words! And, most importantly, everything is so terrible that I simply don’t want to imagine it all. And, even more so, imagine yourself in the place of a person who finds himself in such a situation. There are situations that every sane person would not want to get into under any circumstances!
Everything was like a terrible, terrible, nightmare dream. The girl, paralyzed with fear, thought that all this was happening to her. She suffered both morally, from the consciousness that someone had rudely and brazenly invaded her life and was taking control of it, and physically. Some vile fingers squeezed her hands tightly, causing pain, while others covered her mouth so that she would not scream. The poor guy couldn't get enough air! She felt like she was going to suffocate! It was terrible! It was hell!
When the carriage pulled into the courtyard of the house, and the same strong hands roughly dragged her into the darkness of some terribly scary dungeon, although she was thrilled with fear and horror, realizing that something even more terrible awaited her ahead, she at least had the opportunity to more breathe in the air freely, at least somehow catch your breath.
When she was taken into her darkened stone dungeon, no one closed her mouth. There was no point in doing this here anymore. Here she can scream as much as she wants. No one will hear her here anymore...
Roughly throwing her onto the stone floor, the kidnappers left.
An oppressive silence reigned in the dungeon...
It lasted for a long time... A very long time... Infinitely long...
The fear for the captive was so palpable that it seemed to become visible. Sticky, viscous liquid, like honey or tar...
This ear-piercing, ringing silence seemed worse to her than the roar of many cannons and weapon salvos. The uncertainty was so depressing that I wanted someone to finally come and say at least something definite!
But the whole horror was that she understood perfectly well: no one would come to her to squirm, to say that some ridiculous misunderstanding had occurred. Which will be immediately corrected and she will be released into the wild. She, of course, believed, or rather, she really wanted to believe in good things, she passionately hoped that everything would work out. But with her mind and heart, the poor thing understood that she should not expect anything good. That everything happened for a reason. That things will only get worse ahead. This scared her the most.
Finally, she heard the bolt clang with a roar, the door opened with an ominous creak, and several men entered the room.
The person walking in front immediately sat down on a roughly planed wooden stool standing slightly to the side. Angelina, captivated by emotions, didn’t even notice him. Just as I didn’t pay attention to the small table standing there next to it, made of thick, roughly planed boards. One of the servants placed a candlestick with several burning candles on it. In the light of the candle flames, Angelina was surprised to recognize the beggar’s face. Yes! Exactly him! That beggar whom she had recently made happy with generous alms.
But it was not he who occupied all her thoughts. She understood that it was just a servant. Just like those others who stood aside. Now she looked fearfully and hopefully at the one who was sitting at the table and boring into her with a searching gaze. It was clear that this was the main one among them. That he is the one who makes the decisions. The girl’s fate will most likely depend on him.
That's why she looked at him with such hope. I was just looking. Occasionally. Very occasionally. Because she was scared to look at him. His ominous gaze spoke perfectly to Angelina about how this man treated her. A bad feeling hurt her soul.
She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs: “What’s coming?!” What kind of ridiculous misunderstanding is this?! Release me immediately! And be sure to apologize!” But she understood that an extra word could only do harm. That's why she was silent. She understood that the stranger did not just come to look at her and silently leave. He wants to tell her something. So why rush things? Now he will say it himself. Only this is what he will say... This is what didn’t interest her most of all, but scared her in advance...
- Well, Angelina Bronte... The hour has come to pay the bills...
The voice that sounded was such that the captive involuntarily shuddered. All her worst fears began to be confirmed at the very first words she heard.
Realizing that simply remaining silent would probably be a stupid decision, and she needed to somehow save herself, she squeezed out in a voice breaking with excitement:
- I didn’t do anything wrong...
The stranger laughed. Laughter is something that implies positive emotions. Here everything was completely the opposite. The laughter was the kind to which the definition of “sinister laughter” applies. This stranger frightened her more and more with every new word, action, and movement.
- Yes, baby, I see, you’re also mocking me?! You have committed such a monstrous crime, and now you are pretending to be an innocent lamb?!
The new blow for the girl was even more painful than the previous ones. This representative of evil managed with each new phrase, figuratively speaking, to drive a nail into the coffin of her spiritual fears. A second ago she was afraid to say even a word so as not to harm herself, and everything turned out exactly like that. The phrase, which was innocent in her mind, angered the stranger even more.
- However, if you don’t understand what we’re talking about... Most likely, that you probably really don’t understand, then I’ll explain to you now. It is important. After all, before something happens that certainly and inevitably must happen, you must understand what exactly you will pay such a high price for...
This stranger truly had some inexplicable gift. His new phrase, and a new blow to the girl’s already wounded soul. It was really unusual. The man did not scream, he spoke in a relatively calm voice. Except that the tone of his voice was ominous. He spoke with pauses. He let the listener come to her senses. But it's amazing! After every phrase he uttered, or even a short laugh, the girl clearly felt like an invisible noose was squeezing her neck tighter and tighter each time. It is clear that the loop was imaginary. Conditional! But Angelina quite realistically found it more and more difficult to breathe!
- Listen, baby, what I’ll tell you. What a story I will tell... Two brothers lived in the beautiful city of Liverpool. Two brothers, two friends, they don't spill water. One after another - a mountain! Either into fire or into water! When they became adults, they continued to be just as strong friends. Although they looked at other things now with different views. So, for example, the older brother decided to get into politics. The younger one was firmly convinced that this business was boring and uninteresting. That is why the younger brother refused the elder brother his participation in the matter that he proposed to him. The matter is important, mysterious. Nobody knew about him! Only a narrow circle of people were privy to this secret. The older brother should not have told the younger brother what he and his close friends were planning to do. But he still shared his burning secret with his younger brother. He was firmly convinced that this news would not go further than the younger baht. The younger brother refused to participate in the plan. Which, in the end, saved his freedom. But his brother and his brother’s friends were exposed, captured, and thrown into prison dungeons...
The narrator sighed heavily and shook his head sadly.
- The younger brother’s heart was torn with grief and sympathy for the fate of his older brother. But he understood that he could not help him in any way. As do his friends. Strong prison walls, a lot of castles and labyrinths of prison corridors, a whole army of guards. The younger one wanted to organize an escape for his older brother, but in his heart he understood that it was unlikely that he would be able to do so. All that remained was to come to terms with the fact that his brother, and his brother’s close friends involved in this case, would spend many years, or even the rest of their lives, in captivity. But here the most unexpected and incredible thing happened!
The narrator grinned ironically.
- One day, my younger brother saw who you think was walking along the streets of his hometown? Yes! One of Big Brother's Friends! The one who at this time should be in the same prison, for the same thing as his older brother! And this dandy, you see, calmly strolled around the city, like an idle reveler! Of course, the younger brother immediately approached this gentleman and asked him to explain himself! He looked at him with inability. Like, I don’t understand what you’re talking about?! Yesterday's prisoner and current reveler did not know that at one time his friend shared their common secret with his younger brother. That’s why he walked calmly, not suspecting that anyone knew about his previous affairs. Now, having heard this, he was discouraged. He thought he could get away with it and pretend to be an innocent lamb. Fool! He didn't know who he was dealing with! Here, in this same dungeon, madam, there is also a torture room!
Seeing how his listener turned deathly pale, the narrator hastened to calm her down.
- Don't be afraid, madam! It doesn't threaten you! There is no need for this! But for an idle reveler, my rack and other instruments of torture were very useful. The rack loosened the tongue of this fool... And this is what he said... Here, madam, the most interesting thing begins for you! Can you guess what I'm going to tell you now?
The girl was scary to look at. She was shaking all over.
- I see, madam, that you guess. He talked about a document that he, a bungler, out of his stupidity and stupidity, albeit not consciously, nevertheless showed to one curious lady. Well, very curious! With her moderately long, curious nose. There was a lot of curiosity in her! But intelligence is not enough! When she decided to take revenge on her lover, she didn’t think of anything better than... However, why waste time on unnecessary stories. After all, you already know what’s next, baby!
The narrator stood up.
“I hope you understand that such a vile betrayal of my own elder brother must certainly be avenged!” Brutally avenged!
Angelina curled up into a ball. Perhaps she wanted to say something in her own defense, but at this peak moment in her life, she simply could not speak.
Approaching the door, the narrator stopped and looked at the captive again.
- I hope you understand, baby, what awaits you? You must die!

Episode four
From the moment the dungeon door slammed behind the terrible man who announced Angelina’s death sentence, time began to float rather than pass for her. Stretch as a liquid mass. Just recently, she was filled with horror just by watching what a terrible place the prison cell in which Phillip Clifford was. She knew that she was in that nightmare temporarily, that she could come out of it at any time. And even in such a situation that was safe for her, then she was completely paralyzed by the horror of what she saw. Now she was not an outside observer. Now she was the main character of this sad performance. And, if earlier she considered being in Phil’s place, that is, in a prison cell, the worst thing that could happen, now she agreed to this, just to stay alive! This sounds creepy! Unthinkable! Unimaginable! But... But she really agreed to a miserable existence in a stone bag, just to live! She really didn't want to die! She was still very young. She has just begun to live! She hasn't had enough of life yet! And to die so early... Now... When there are so many plans for the future... When, starting tomorrow, a secular bohemian life at court awaits her again... To die at such a moment?! This was beyond her understanding!
Wandering like a ghost between the walls of the dungeon, suffocating with despair and hopelessness, she remembered over and over again the moment when she decided whether to let Phil out of prison or not. She wanted to do a good deed, and at the same time, she understood what a headache and possible problem this action would cause for herself. True, the thought could never have occurred to her that she would eventually reach such extremes. In her mind, the only way he could bother her was by whining about the fact that she was now living in his former house. And in this regard, do some small dirty tricks to her. Or ask him to return part of the house. But even in her worst nightmare she could not imagine that her kindness and hindsight would lead to such terrible consequences. She wasn't just beating herself up. She cursed herself for the mistake. But nothing could be changed...
Her situation now was such that it was impossible to imagine anything worse. Imprisonment, captivity, captivity - this is something that in itself is one of the most terrible evils that can happen to a person. Anyone, absolutely anyone and everyone who is in captivity passionately dreams of breaking out of their stone sack. And if this happened, a person would consider it great happiness for himself. For our heroine, everything was completely different. She understood that even if someone came for her, it would not be to make her better. On the contrary, it’s worse. Whoever comes, no matter what he says, for the captive his words will mean one thing: “Come on, honey... I came for you... I am your death...”
To leave this stone bag meant to go towards one's death. To the place that her executioners will choose for her execution... What will it be like? Fast or not? Painful or not so painful? Thoughts about this brought the captive to tears.
A day passed, then two, but no one came for the captive. True, she did not know exactly how much time had passed. There was no window, even the tiniest and barred one, in the dungeon. Therefore, it was impossible to navigate whether it was day or night. But with her mind and heart she understood that a lot of time had passed, and no one had come for her. Hunger began to torment the poor thing so much that she fearfully began to think that death by starvation was exactly the punishment that her tormentors had determined for her. She was already suffering terribly from hunger. And, imagining what her last moments might be like, she plunged herself into even greater horror and panic.
Now she suddenly remembered the balls and feasts at court. Before her clear eyes appeared those exquisite dishes and drinks that were laid out on the tables in the huge halls. She remembered how nice it all smelled then, how fragrant it tasted, and from a new surge of feelings, bitterness and despair, she wanted to cry again.
Finally, the hour came when the basement door opened with a terrible creak, and three men came in. The captive's heart sank in foreboding. She didn't know whether to be happy or sad. On the one hand, she was so tired of being in this terrible stone bag, with stale air, where there was nothing to breathe, where she was almost suffocating. Now she wanted to go anywhere, just to get out of this hell, to take a breath of fresh air. On the other hand... On the other hand, this sip may be the last in her life... This was the sad choice our heroine faced. She found herself in such an extremely unpleasant, incredibly dead-end and hopeless situation...
However, now we are talking about the girl’s emotions and thoughts. But with the arrival of these three in the cell, the time for reflection was irrevocably over for her. The time has come for decisive action. This is exactly how these people behaved. They quickly walked up to the captive, frozen in foreboding, tied her hands, then tied a piece of cloth around the same place, so that it was not visible that her hands were tied, two grabbed her under the arms and dragged her along with them. The third walked ahead. She recognized him as the one who had just recently played the role of a beggar near the gates of her house. Then he tried to pass himself off as a submissive simpleton. Now he walked confidently ahead, as if he were the main one among this trio. However, why “as if”? From the way he gave orders to his other two friends, it was clear that he was indeed in charge of them.
They went out into the street and quickly walked along the embankment somewhere forward. Two friends of yesterday's beggar supported Angelina by the arms on both sides. Yesterday's beggar walked ahead with a confident step, dragging the others along with him. So this cavalcade moved through the city without attracting the attention of others.
Although our heroine continued to remain a prisoner, after the suffocating dungeon, the fresh sea air made her dizzy and brought her a slight feeling of freedom. However, what kind of freedom could we talk about if she was led with her hands tied?! She understood that the captivity was not over. As well as the fact that something terrible may await her ahead. But after so many days of suffering, now she was enjoying this moment of imaginary freedom. Maybe it will turn out to be offensively short, but still... Taking a deep breath, it turns out, is a huge, incredibly pleasant happiness! Things that seem like ordinary things in ordinary everyday life can sometimes, in such situations, seem like some kind of gift from God! The ways of the Lord are inscrutable... This wise expression has now touched Angelina. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that she would find herself in such a situation.
They came out to a deserted section of the coast and then walked on completely alone. There were no people around. This filled the captive's soul with excitement. Perhaps they are deliberately taking her to a deserted place to kill her there? Such a thought ran through the soul and body of the sufferer with an unpleasant chill.
It was at this time that the voice of one of her escorts was heard, the one who was walking to her right. She involuntarily shuddered at his voice.
- I don't like what you're up to, Jack. If Harry Barnes finds out about our prank, we'll be in trouble. Maybe we'll come back before it's too late? And will we do what he ordered us? Shall we send this girl to heaven?
These words made the captive feel uneasy.
- And as for me, Jack came up with a good idea! - The second guard, who walked to the left of the captive, responded and held her left hand. - Well, we’ll hit her in the neck with a knife... Well, we’ll bury her somewhere in a secluded place so that not a trace remains of her... So that no one will know about anything... And what good is that to us? Harry won't know anything anyway. It's great that he urgently left on business. When he arrives, we will tell him that we carried out his orders and threw her body into the ocean. Who knows where the waves and currents took him? Apart from words of gratitude from Barnes for the fact that we did our job well and carried out his order, there will be no more use for us. And for what the bright mind of Jack Faber came up with, you and I, Tom, can get hard cash!
- That’s how it is, Bill... But suddenly nothing will work out...
- It will work! – Jack Faber, who was walking ahead, said in a firm and confident voice. - This has already been verified! I must admit, I have been interested in this kind of additional income for a long time. You just need to not be as indecisive as Thomas, look at what is happening around you and take personal advantage from it. I have long noticed that our brave guys, captains of English ships, carry not only black slaves from Africa, but also their own compatriots to the sugar plantations of the New World! Englishmen! This profitable business is carried out by very poor people. Catchers of live goods organize raids and ambushes. They catch beggars and homeless people in cities, tramps and beggars on the roads of England. And then they are sold to the captains of slave ships. Here, in Liverpool, or in other port cities of old Britain. And they, in turn, sell them much more expensive in Barbados, or in other English colonies in the lands of the New World. Planters needed slaves to work on their vast sugar plantations. Or the owners of diamond mines. They need those who will work in the mines! So live goods are at a premium! Why would a healthy, strong body be buried or thrown into the ocean? This body can work! You can earn a lot of money on it!
In the distance a forest of masts repented. It became clear that they were approaching the pier.
- Do you see, Tom?! – Bill called himself in a cheerful voice. – Jack thought through everything, provided for it! Now in the harbor we will find a captain to whom we can sell this former lady and future slave, and we will get our hard cash!
Jack was so surprised by these words that he even stopped for a moment.
- Which “will we find”?! How did you listen to me?! I told you that I have an old friend. Captain Oliver Gill! He has his own vessel, on which he transports live goods to Barbados. I know when he arrives in Liverpool, when he sets off on his way back. He's leaving today! That's why we bided our time! That is why we are going to the port today. I was already here yesterday. Gill and I have already agreed on everything.
- Oh, what a head you are, Jack! – Bill exclaimed in delight. - And you, Tom, doubted...
- Well, I didn’t say the main thing! Oliver told me that there is an interesting planter in Barbados. One Mr. Jacob Haig. The richest of all the planters, but also the most extravagant. He needs women not only to work on the plantations. But also for their love pleasures. He is a subtle connoisseur of female beauty. Oliver says that he walks around the slave market for a long time, and chooses not so much strong women to work on the plantations, and broad-shouldered men to work in the mills where the cane is processed, but rather beautiful and young ladies for his bed. For especially beautiful young goddesses, he is ready to pay especially big money. That’s why I myself want to go to Barbados with Oliver, and take part in the auction myself with this notorious Haig. So we can make great money on this beauty! And you say bury it or throw it into the ocean... Why? When can you benefit from it!
The trio moved on, talking loudly and for a long time among themselves, and none of them, by and large, seemed to pay attention to the captive herself. They decided her fate for her, as if she were not a person, but an object that they had the right to dispose of as they saw fit..
This unceremoniousness shocked the girl. Her soul was torn by internal protest. But at the same time she felt some relief. Yes, she heard everything and understood that an unenviable fate awaited her next. But at the same time, she could not help but be pleased that now she knew for sure that no one was going to kill her. Just recently it seemed inevitable. She had little doubt that Harry Barnes' ominous threat would be carried out. Now she wanted to rejoice in the understanding that no one was going to take her life now. But she imagined what would happen next, she understood that everything was very difficult and foggy, terrible and joyless for her. What awaits her is not just the unknown. And something terrible. Therefore, the last thing she wanted was to be happy...

Episode five
After the stuffy stone dungeons of the Liverpool dungeon, sailing the Atlantic seemed almost like a pleasure boat trip to Angelina. This, of course, is a humorous comparison, because she was still a prisoner, and everything was far from rosy. But still, now she felt better than in that creepy dark stone basement. The main thing is that they started feeding her here. Previously, she quite seriously thought that she would die of hunger. Therefore, now, even despite the fact that they brought her such a brew that it got stuck in her throat, she was sincerely happy about it.
Jack Faber's presence was also tolerable. Compared to Harry Barnes, whose ominous gaze, all-crushing anger and desire for death for her, inspired animal horror in the girl, the much more docile and peaceful Jack Faber seemed to her not at all scary. The difference between them was also huge because Barnes sincerely wanted a painful death for the unlucky beauty, and Faber, on the contrary, wanted to preserve this beauty. In order not to spoil the living goods and then sell it at a higher price to the loving rich man Jacob Haig. Of course, the scenes of the unenviable fate that awaited her in Barbados stood before the eyes of the unfortunate woman and drove her crazy. But she tried to drive away bad thoughts from herself. She consoled herself with the fact that she needed to live for today. That compared to what has already happened to her, now everything is relatively bearable and tolerable. And what will happen next, she will decide later. When this “further” will eventually become real. Perhaps something will become clearer, it will somehow be resolved by itself, and everything will be fine. Although... How good can it be if they are not taken into captivity. Into slavery... They are taking her to a place where she will be treated like a thing, almost like an animal that can be pushed and commanded.
So went the day of sailing, the second, the third...
In addition to everything, Jack also played the role of overseer of the prisoner. When she was next to her, he untied her hands. She rejoiced at this and rubbed the sore spots. But when he left, he not only tied her up again, but also tied her tightly to a thick wooden beam located in the cabin. Although, calling this tiny narrow hole a cabin was a great exaggeration.
One day the captive could not stand it and prayed to her tormentor:
- Why do you keep me tied up in this creepy, cramped hole? Why don't you let me out on deck? I want to get some fresh air.
Jack's eyes widened in surprise.
- Do you feel bad in your separate cabin, madam? Do you want to see what hardships the other slaves have to endure? Let's go!
And he roughly pulled her along with him. The fresh wind on the deck really seemed like heaven to her. But this was a fleeting moment. Hell followed...
What she saw in the hold amazed her...
There were probably hundreds of people languishing in the dark, enclosed space. Continuous twilight, to which the definition of “darkness” would be more suitable. A terrible stench, in comparison with which even the stale air of the dungeon seemed like paradise.
- “Here, madam,” said Jack, “they eat, relieve themselves, and sleep right on the floor.” In your own filth! The entire hold is divided into many wooden cages. They live here like animals in cages! And you still complain about your life?!
Angelina did not walk, but literally ran when she left the hold...
The entire next night she literally did not sleep a wink. Thoughts, one heavier than the other, tormented her soul. She marveled again and again at how imperfect this thrice-sinful world was. How changeable, unfair, cruel everything is in it... Today you will bask in the euphoria of luxurious life at court. Noble gentlemen and the king himself will compliment you! You will be given a luxurious carriage, which is unique even for wealthy people! A very important and influential gentleman will give the gift! The second person to the state after the king. He will be ready to do anything else, just to please your whim. And tomorrow you will be lying on a cold stone dusty floor in a dungeon, or in sewage on the floor of a ship's hold, and no one will care that you are suffering. But, most importantly, you will not only not be treated with respect. On the contrary, they will not consider you as a person! And they will also enjoy how you are embarrassed and suffer! The contemplation of your torment will bring pleasure to your tormentors!
She remembered how she had burned with anger at Edward and Phil for treating her so discourteously. But even though they betrayed her, from the very beginning to the end they treated her almost like a goddess! Compared to these cruel and rude people who surrounded her recently, those two now looked at her almost like angels!
Yeah... It’s true what they say: the ways of the Lord are truly mysterious...
One day, something unusual burst into the measured and monotonous life of sailing. Screams, stomping feet, and bustle were heard. Something clearly unusual happened. John immediately ran to see what had happened there.
The bustle on deck was increasing, and so was the anxiety in our heroine’s soul.
Soon cannon shots were heard, and after a while pistol shots, followed by the ringing of sabers, screams, and groans. Even Angelina, who knew nothing about such matters, understood that there was a battle going on there, on the deck. Hot boarding battle. Her heart sank with fear and horror. She heard about sea robbers, pirates, corsairs, buccaneers, privateers and other murderers, for whom it costs nothing to throw away as fish food everyone they defeated on a ship they captured. The cruelty of some pirate captains was legendary. The Frenchman Olognier, as a matter of principle, never left anyone alive on his captured vessels. And if sometimes he left one single person, it was only so that he would tell everyone how Olonier, with particular cruelty, slaughtered all the people, every single one, on the captured ship! Absolutely everyone! So that everyone in the world knows about his cruelty and fears him! Even Angelina had heard of such terrible bloodthirsty monsters! That is why she is now all curled up in a ball of horror, imagining that something similar could happen now. She wanted to cry from resentment that fate was so cruelly throwing her from one misfortune to another. As they say, from the frying pan into the fire.
Gradually the shots, the clashing of sabers and the cries of struggle died down. But they were replaced by something else. Even more terrible. She began to hear the dying screams and groans of people. The girl, paralyzed with fear, wanted to hide like a little mouse in some tiny crevice, as long as no one noticed her! If only to survive! She really wanted to live! But tied tightly to the wooden beam by Jack, she had no way to hide. She, chattering her teeth from fear, trembled all over her body from chills, and silently and humbly awaited her fate.
Suddenly the poor thing heard voices and approaching footsteps. Her heart sank with foreboding.
The steps were getting closer, the voices were heard louder...
Finally, the door creaked, the girl closed her eyes in fear.
And then I heard Faber’s familiar voice.
- Here, Mister Captain! Look how good she is! I was taking it to this same Jacob Haig, who will pay a lot of money for it! Don't kill me, Mister Captain! I will help you sell this beauty! You will earn hard cash for it!
Silence reigned in the room. In this silence, she heard the heavy breathing of men who could not recover from the tiring fight, felt their gaze on her, but was afraid to open her eyes...
She understood that now everyone was not just looking at her, but, slowly walking around, looking at her intently. But she was still afraid to open her eyes. It seemed to her that if she looked, she would see a terrible beast in front of her, from the mere sight of which she would immediately faint.
“Yes... She’s really good...” She heard someone’s admiring, but at the same time rude and authoritative voice. – Wonderfully good... I just don’t understand, what does some Jacob Haig have to do with it?! With a pussy like that I can have fun myself! Deliver her to my cabin immediately!
The sufferer's heart sank. She closed her eyes even tighter. She was no longer able to endure the blows of fate. She did not resist when she felt the two men untiing her and roughly dragging her along. However, what does “didn’t resist” mean?! What if it did? What difference would it make? She understood perfectly well that the sailors would certainly carry out the orders of their captain. Regardless of whether she resists or not.
The blows of fate broke our heroine so much that she, mentally saying to herself: “My eyes don’t want to see all this!”, decided not to open her eyes as long as possible. Until it is necessary, or until someone forces her to do it. She felt that she had been transferred to another ship, taken into a cabin, and thrown onto the bed. The door slammed behind the departing sailors. She understood that she was left alone. Nobody tied her down. Now is the time to open your eyes and look around. While no one is there, and no one is watching her, look at possible options for escape, or something else that might help her in the future. But suggestion is a serious matter! If she convinced herself that she would not open her eyes, then so be it! Even before that time, she always knew how to keep her word to herself! And now, when circumstances and bitterness had broken her, she still couldn’t find the strength in herself to change anything. Even to open my eyes...
Soon she heard the belt creak, how someone entered, froze in place for a long time, and bent over her. She heard his rapid breathing. Which became more and more frequent, emotional and hot as time went on.
She was lying on her back, face up, she understood that he was looking at her and admiring her. She wanted to turn her head to the side. But what will this change? Begging him not to touch her?! But she already heard the hot breath of this excited male on her face, and understood that nothing could stop him. What to do?! She didn't know what to do! There are situations in every person's life when a broken person stops resisting and gives himself up to providence. Now this was exactly the case for Angelina.
And Angelina, and the man bending over her, and the author of these lines, and all readers and listeners understand what is about to happen. But it's amazing! The last thing the author now wants to do is describe the upcoming intimate scene. As you and I did earlier. And the point, most likely, is not in the author, but in Angelina herself. In such cases, her vibes were invisibly transmitted to the writer. Her feelings, emotions, sensations, passion, everything! The author can only describe what the heroine felt at that moment. Now that rare case was happening when Angelina felt nothing at all! Nothing!
In past situations, our heroine had moments when she, having a long break in her intimate life, and yearning for male caresses, she herself desired intimacy. Even in those situations when the upcoming love games seemed illogical and inappropriate. But still she went for it. Since youth, Mother Nature, and everything else pushed her to make such a decision. Simply put, putting aside abstruse and pompous words, she just wanted the caresses of love, intimacy, everything that the age of hypersexuality requires.
Now, it would seem, she was going through just such a period. When she didn't have a man for a long time. When, after all the long moral and physical suffering, perhaps for the sake of relaxation, it would be worth forgetting from everything and everyone in a love dream. And it is unlikely that anyone on this earth would have the moral right to reproach her, young and fragile, for the fact that, in order not to go crazy in her mind, to console herself, she found this joy precisely in what was now about to happen in this cabin .
But, although all this was now relevant for the girl, she still did not react to what was happening at all.
Always active in bed and voluptuous, loving and hot, she did not react at all when the pirate undressed her and began to do “this”! She behaved as if there were no emotions, no passions, no heat, no excitement in her! Men have come up with a lot of sarcastic expressions for women in such situations. A frigid woman, a cold woman, a log, a piece of wood... Forgive me, dear ladies, for allowing me to use such obscene expressions, but Angelina at this time was the embodiment of exactly what I listed above.
Moreover, during the entire time of this intimate, if for a girl it could be called intimate, since she, of course, did not experience the satisfaction that wives experience in such situations, Angelina never opened her eyes...

Episode six
All subsequent days passed very, very monotonously for Angelina. The same cabin, as it was on the previous ship, from which she was captured on a pirate ship. All the same work that she had to do in the first hours of her stay here. This cabin was not as stuffy, dark and scary as Harry Barnes's dungeon. There was a fresh sea breeze here, not the stone floor she had to sleep on there, but soft feather beds on a large carved wooden bed. All this is true, but... The short, but very capacious and tragic phrase “sexual slavery” is understandable to everyone. Alas, it was precisely in this terrifying situation that our heroine found herself. The situation was further complicated by the fact that the person in whose power she was now was very fond of having sex in a perverted form. Moreover, all his desires, impulses, postures, methods, how and where he did it, were so vulgar, harsh and cruel that all this plunged our heroine into deep shock. In amazement, she asked herself a mental question: how can such a magical and beautiful feeling, which is intimate intimacy between a man and a woman, be turned into such a dirty and vulgar nightmare?! Why do all this by force, so vile, unpleasant, vile and cruel?! How can all this bring pleasure to this cruel man?! She was simply speechless from everything that was happening, which seemed extremely stupid, illogical and absurd to her.
But she also understood that she shouldn’t bother this man, who easily gave orders to kill innocent people. Of course, she hoped for the best, and passionately wished that everything would end sooner or later. But now she needed to come to terms with the circumstances. The stream of troubles that has befallen her lately has broken her psyche. It's broken. She was afraid of everyone and everything. Including, I was terribly, half to death, afraid of this man. She remembered how easily and simply Harry Barnes had pronounced her death sentence. For such people, killing someone you don’t need, and who doesn’t suit you in some way or another, is easy and simple. She imagined that all she had to do now was say “No!” or show disobedience and resistance, she may immediately be thrown overboard with her throat cut. That’s why she humbly endured the bullying.
She didn't want to see all this. She still closed her eyes. When she heard him approach the door and open it, she immediately curled up into a ball, closed her eyes and waited with horror in her soul for her fate. Of course, he could order her to open her eyes and she wouldn't go anywhere. She would have to obediently carry out his orders. But he apparently liked this “game in the dark.” And a game of silence. After all, he did everything with her in silence. She was completely in his power, but at the same time she did not open her eyes, did not see anything, but, of course, she felt. This is such a wonderful, mind-boggling game. If this can even be called a game...
When she was alone, she allowed herself to walk around the cabin and look around. First of all, of course, she was drawn to the window! But before her eyes, only the endless expanses of water of the ocean and a long wake stretched after the ship, almost to the horizon. Admiring the expanses of the sea brings pleasure to any person. Alas, this was the case when there was little need to talk about pleasure. Now the sufferer most of all wanted to run away from this damned ship and from this terrible man. No matter how sad it was to realize this, she had nowhere to run... Absolutely nowhere... The Atlantic Ocean ruled all around...

Episode seven
During the voyage, Angelina got used to the pitching that was characteristic of the ship at a time when it was rushing at full sail. Now suddenly the woodpile felt that the pitching was completely different. You could say it's calm. The ship seemed to simply rock on the waves. As if it either does not move, or moves forward at a slow pace.
Command shouts from officers were heard from the deck. Apparently, they gave some orders to the sailors. The captain also hurried towards them. Realizing that she was left alone in the cabin, the captive opened her eyes. Darkness reigned all around. It was absolutely clear that it was night all around.
Angelina immediately hurried to the window. I looked at him and was stunned...
The ship was moving very slowly along the shore! Yes! Yes! The shore was nearby! Not very close, and for any person this distance was large, which anyone would be afraid to overcome by swimming. But Angelina was a special case. She wanted to run so badly that without hesitation she would have rushed to swim to overcome this distance if it had been two or even three times greater!
In addition, let's not forget that our heroine grew up on the ocean. That she not only helped her mother cut the fish her father caught. But sometimes she and her father went out to sea on a boat and helped him in the difficult fishing business. The girl knew how to swim well! Great to swim! Therefore, now, having seen the desired rescue shore relatively close, she immediately realized that she simply had to take advantage of this wonderful chance. She simply could not help but use it. After so much suffering and torment, which continued and continued, and there was no end to it, and it was not known how it would all end, not to use such a favorable opportunity to escape was, in her understanding, a crime.
She leaned out of the cabin window, looked down, and was horrified. Firstly, the height from the window to the water surface of the ocean was very, very decent. Secondly, the wake stream, although it foamed and seethed not as much as during a fast move in the middle of the ocean, was still frightening with its seemingly boiling surface. This terrified her, but nothing and no one could now dissuade her from her plan.
Now she was only thinking about how to soften the impact of the water when falling. And not to make a loud splash that could attract the attention of anyone who was on the deck of the ship at that time. A confident girl, purposeful and determined to achieve her goal, she knew how to do it. She grabbed the edge of the window with her hands and hovered over the night abyss of the ocean. She breathed deeply for a while, preparing to jump, then unclenched her fingers...
She entered the water as she had planned: “like a soldier.” As it fell, it straightened up, as if standing at attention, and in this vertical position, like a nail, it pierced the thickness of the ocean.
During the flight from the window to the surface of the ocean, she managed to gain great speed. Therefore, it entered the water column very deeply. She expected this, and understood that she needed to row as hard as she could, trying to get to the surface before her lungs ran out of air.
She rowed and rowed, but there was still no saving surface. She began to choke. Panic began to overcome her. But she quickly pulled herself together. The girl understood that the surface must be very close. You just need to do the same thing she was doing now. Even if it was with the last bit of strength, it was simply necessary to do it!
When the unfortunate woman finally achieved her goal, she gasped for air for so long and greedily, as if for the first time in her life she felt this most wonderful sensation: breathing fresh air! Many of us take this for granted. But only in such cases can one understand what the greatest gift is the ability to simply breathe! Breathe and live! Enjoy life!!!
Having caught her breath and regained her composure a little, our heroine looked around. Night reigned everywhere. Over her head hung a starry sky with an innumerable number of bright points sparkling in the sky. The dark silhouette of the ship slowly but inevitably receded into the distance. This is exactly what she needed. She was afraid to hear the cry “Man overboard!” But, to her incredible joy, it did not follow. This means her escape went unnoticed. This is exactly what she wanted most now.
But she also understood that sooner or later the captain would enter the cabin and discover that his beautiful toy, with which he was amused, like a girl playing with dolls, had disappeared without a trace. God grant that this does not happen soon. So that the ship travels as far as possible, and those who may go in search of the fugitive do not know where exactly, near which section of the coast, they need to look for her.
In the meantime, the main task for her was one thing: to swim with all her might to land, reach it, and then run as far from the shore as possible, so that it would be more difficult for possible pursuers to find her.
She knew which way the earth was. But again and again she peered intently into the darkness of the night, so as not to make a mistake, not to swim in the other direction, towards the open ocean. Here it is, the shore! The peaks of the mountains darken against the backdrop of a slightly lighter, starry sky. That's the goal! Now it seemed to her that this goal was very close! You just need to try! And soon she will swim to the shore! And Angelina began to swim.
When a person takes on some task, even if it is extremely difficult and exhausting, but at the same time his soul is overwhelmed by joyful and positive emotions, he performs any task with pleasure. It was the same now. Our tireless swimmer worked with all her strength with her arms and legs, approaching the shore, and it seemed to her that there was, and never would be, a force in the world that could prevent her from reaching the shore soon. Alas, such forces exist in nature. Including in the form of currents. Surface and underwater, very insidious and cruel, who sometimes play evil games with swimmers. I'm sure we've all encountered this. The author of these lines is no exception. Three times in his life there were cases when undercurrents carried him out to sea. No matter how hard and skillfully a healthy and strong man rowed to the shore, all his strength was in vain. This is a very unpleasant feeling, to say the least, when you swim to the shore with all your might, but it does not come closer, but moves away. You understand that you are slowly and irrevocably being carried into the open sea, and you understand how sadly all this can end.
Something similar happened now with our heroine. She was already exhausted. After all, the shore, which in euphoria and in the light of positive emotions bubbling in her soul, seemed close, in fact turned out to be very, very distant. By the time she swam to him, she was completely exhausted. And at that moment, when the shore seemed very close, and the goal was very, very close, fate prepared another cruel test for her. In the form of a strong undercurrent, which, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how hard she rowed with her arms and legs, still slowly and inevitably carried her back into the ocean.
Always cheerful and cheerful, the girl consoled herself that everything would be fine! She can handle anything! But... The more time passed, the more the shore moved away, the less strength she had left to overcome this, saving distance for her, to solid ground.
No matter how she was brave and cheerful, no matter how she did not gather her strength, but the more time passed, the more clearly she realized that all her strength was in vain...
The trouble is that she no longer had these same strengths left, she gave them all away... She gave them away without a trace... And all in vain...
The shore of salvation was so close... How she didn’t want to die right now... But she understood that this was what would inevitably happen now. She mentally prepared herself for death...

Episode eight
Angelina opened her eyes, but saw nothing in front of her. This really scared her! Is she blind?! If her gaze was clouded, her mind was clear. She understood that after a long oblivion she opened her eyes, but, contrary to expectation, she did not see what she was supposed to see. The feeling of joy that she was alive and did not drown then, in that terrible and treacherous current, gave way to anxiety. She blinked rapidly, tried to strain her vision, to focus it. Little by little, the blurry image began to transform into a more clear outline of the room in which she was now located. With joy for herself, she realized that her vision and consciousness were gradually returning to her.
The next moment, our heroine saw in front of her the silhouettes of three people bending over her. Straining her eyes even more, she noticed that these were the faces of a middle-aged man and woman. And also young men. Perhaps their son. From the very first seconds, the girl realized that this could be one family. But so far this has not played a decisive role in her situation. The main thing is that she was alive, saved! Perhaps saved by these same people. And now they looked at her with sympathetic and kind glances. Precisely kind ones! The sufferer immediately noticed this! She had suffered for so long from cruel and unfair treatment of her, that now, seeing the kindness in the eyes of these people, she breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t want life to present her with yet another cruel trial. She so passionately longed for the flow of her existence to return to her usual, calm, peaceful and comfortable channel. God! How she, who had suffered immensely, wanted this!!!
Seeing that the patient began to come to her senses, the woman standing next to the bed spoke. Her voice sounded so gentle, soothing.
- How are you feeling, baby? If you need something, tell me. We will try to do this right away.
Before answering, the girl looked for a long time at the people bending over her.
“Thank you...” She answered in a weak voice. - Everything is fine... I’m gradually coming to my senses... Everything is fine... Thank you...
- Does anything hurt you? Are you feeling dizzy? Doesn't it make you feel nauseous? We have good herbal tinctures. If something bothers you, my dear, we will immediately try to help you.
The girl looked gratefully at her saviors.
- Thank you. Everything is fine. I'm just still weak. But little by little I come to my senses. That's good.
- Rest, honey. If you need anything, call us! We'll come right away. Tom has good hearing. He will hear immediately. Oscar and I are busy right now, but our son can always come and help. Look after her, Thomas.
And they left. The young man pulled up a chair, sat down and began to look long and intently at the guest. At first she was embarrassed that someone would stare at her so unceremoniously. And at first she even looked away, embarrassed to look at the guy. But the next minute I thought that she was doing this in vain. She was afraid to look at that terribly scary pirate, because she knew that he was a cruel man, a murderer and a bloodthirsty scoundrel. But these people most likely saved her life! Why is she turning up her nose now and not looking at her savior? She cast aside all doubts, overcame modesty, and looked at the guy... And then she was stunned...
Good God! How handsome he is! What eyes... What a face... Goosebumps ran through her body. She felt that she fell in love with him at first sight. It was impossible not to fall in love with such a handsome man! She was captivated only by his beauty, but also by his kindness. The kindness that the wounded soul and body of our sufferer missed so much. He looked at her with clearly kind eyes. This look eloquently indicated that she should not expect harm from such a person. Such a person will treat her with care and respect! And nothing else! This fact made our heroine incredibly happy! How she wanted to be treated only with kindness, warmth and respect from now on! God! How she wanted it!
She glanced at the boy every now and then, but again and again looked away. She couldn't stand that look. He didn't just look at her. He looked at her with such a loving gaze that the author now cannot find such words to describe, this gaze was so much in love. However, this does not need to be described. You need to feel it. And Angelina felt it. She understood that this boy fell head over heels in love with her! Fell in love deeply, passionately, selflessly! Of course, it was incredibly pleasant for her. Such a handsome, amazingly handsome and stunningly beautiful young man, and he fell so passionately in love with you! Any girl will love this! Anyone and everyone! You just can't help but like this!
One thing bothered her: he was too young. Well, not a teenager anymore, but still... He was clearly younger than her. In principle, it was not so important. They could very well be a couple. But while there were men in her life who were older than her, some were much older. And she perceived this as in the order of things. But now the young age of this handsome man embarrassed her.
However, she didn't think about it for long. She was least interested in love affairs and everything connected with them now. She was glad that she was alive, and that was the main thing for her now. As well as what to do next. She didn't know where she was now. Most likely, far from the shores of his native Britain. Therefore, now we need to think not about young handsome men, but about how to return home. Quickly and without adventures and troubles. Troubles had recently become such a frequent companion for our sufferer that she really didn’t want fate to have some kind of test in store for her again. She wanted to quickly return to London, again plunge into the bohemian social life at court. And all her troubles should once and for all remain in the past. And there should never be a return to them!
Thomas, meanwhile, extended his hand and placed the back of his hand on her forehead.
-Are you really feeling good? There is no fever... I will be sincerely glad if you recover quickly...
His voice was so pleasant, and he sounded so gentle and sympathetic that Angelina, who just a minute ago had completely driven away thoughts of this young man, began to think about him again. How she liked both her voice and, most importantly, his touch. So gentle, warm, caring... She felt some kind of warmth and satisfaction sweep through her entire body.
“I, too, will be sincerely glad...” She said quietly and meekly. - If I recover quickly.
She fell silent, not knowing what to say next.
Meanwhile, he put his hand on her hair, and very slowly and gently ran his palm through her hair. From the crown to the very ends. And again, he did it, the beast, so carefully that the girl felt that something began to arise in her soul, to which the definition of “awe” was quite suitable.
“Your hair is very beautiful...” he said quietly and dreamily. - Very. And you yourself are incredibly beautiful...
Seeing how she was, as they say, getting worked up, and realizing that this would not end well, she decided to quickly move the conversation to another topic.
- How did I end up here? Where did you find me?
Tom was young, but he was not stupid. He immediately realized that this was precisely the question that had interested the girl for a long time, and that she would have asked it sooner or later, but he also guessed that it was a slight tactful hint for him to stop his liberties. The boy didn't need to be told twice. He immediately removed his hand, leaned back in his chair, and replied:
“Before dawn, my father and I went out to sea in our little boat for fishing. Not far from the shore they heard a faint cry for help. We made it just in time. You, having lost the rest of your strength, went under the water... I had to dive... Dive deep to catch you. How timely everything happened! Just a few more seconds and I simply wouldn’t have been able to dive so deep... And then my father tried. You should thank him for saving your life. I don't know how to pump out drowned people. And he had to do this more than once. He can. How long did it take him to bring you to your senses! I was already starting to think that nothing would work out for him. But, thank God, a miracle happened! We took you to our home. This is our house. You can stay here. We will be sincerely glad to see you! You are very beautiful... Very...
And he again began to look at her incessantly. Such a loving look that she felt uneasy again. But she decided not to pretend that she understood how much he liked her.
- Thank you... And father, and you... You first of all... If it weren’t for you, then father would have no one to save. Thank you…
Tom was sitting next to her bed, his knee, and his hand resting on it, right in front of her. She put her hand on top of his and said quietly:
- Thank you for saving my life... Thank you... I owe you...
She just kept her hand on his arm. Didn't stroke, didn't squeeze. She just wanted to thank the guy with just one touch for the huge, immeasurably important thing he had done for her.
He, in turn, placed the palm of his other hand on her hand, and also froze in that position. He neither stroked nor caressed her, he simply held his hand on her hand, and received incredible pleasure from this. And there was no doubt that this was exactly the case!
Seeing that the touch of this not only handsome, but also strong and noble young man, who saved her life, began to revive her awe again, she again decided to switch the conversation to another topic.
- This is how you do fishing! “She said enthusiastically, slowly and tactfully removing her hand back. – Our family did this too! I helped my father catch fish in the sea, and even more so, I always helped my mother cut up the fish and sell it. I can help you in this matter too!
- Is it true? “The boy’s eyes lit up with fire. - That's great! I would love to go to sea with you! It's so interesting! I like the sea, fishing, everything related to the ocean!
And the guy began to talk so enthusiastically about the delights of the sea that the listener of this emotional monologue remembered the poet from Hawarden. Who just as enthusiastically and selflessly read his poems to the girl. She was then fascinated by both poetry and the blue-eyed poet. Now, listening to this almost fiery speech of the young man, our heroine caught herself thinking that everything, as in the case of the poet, was repeating itself again. The longer she listened to him, the more closely she looked at his face and his eyes, the more she realized that she would really like this extraordinary man to become the next, new man in her life...

Episode nine
Twilight was deepening over the island, the sky was becoming darker and starry, and night was falling more and more clearly on it.
After a tiring day of work, Angelina finally went into her little room, fell tiredly onto her bed, and sighed with incredible relief. She's really tired. The day was busy. Not only day, but also night. They were at sea almost all night. It wasn't easy. But they returned home with a good catch. There was something to do for the next day. Despite the fact that the work was labor-intensive, it gave the girl pleasure. It was as if she had returned to her childhood and adolescence, now doing what was familiar and pleasant to her then.
In addition, she was aware that since these people saved her life, then, before sooner or later leaving this hospitable place, she must repay them with kindness for their kindness. That is why she was now trying her best, not knowing how to get tired, and not complaining about the difficulties. It’s better to work like this, even if it’s hard work, but it’s much better if she was now lying on the seabed. And this is exactly how everything would have happened if not for the help of these kind people. And our heroine tried. I tried sincerely and
voluntarily, without sparing yourself.
Of course, on the very first day of her stay in this family, she asked where she was. The answer amazed her! It was the island of Barbados! In her mind, he was almost at the edge of the earth! On the other side of the Atlantic! The fact that her native London, Flint, and Liverpool were so far from where she was now frightened her very much. But at the same time, she knew very well that all these lands were English colonies. That ships from English ports often come here. Just as often, they are sent back to the shores of England and Wales. Therefore, she had no doubt that sooner or later she would go home. It was just when and how, she had to determine.
The girl understood that in the road she would certainly need some money. Pay for the pack's place on the ship and other expenses. That's why she was trying to work now. Not only in order to thank these kind people for their salvation, but also in order to then, with a clear conscience, ask them for money for their return journey to England.
But for now she didn’t worry about it, she worked, and gradually came to her senses. Although she understood that she would soon tell these people that she was leaving them.
In the meantime, she lay there, looked through the open window at the starry sky, rested, and had already begun to close her sleepy eyes in order to surrender herself to the power of the god of sleep, Hymen.
It was at this time that she heard the door creak very quietly, and how someone even more quietly, stealthily, literally on the tips of their toes, began to slowly approach her bed. The instinct of self-preservation showed her that she needed to quickly open her eyes, see who had come, and, if necessary, raise a cry. But her heart told her something completely different. She didn't just guess who it was. She was absolutely sure that it was Tom. If it was him, the last thing she wanted to do was shout “Get out!” and call for help. She was sincerely glad that he came! She herself wanted to make a subtle hint about this, but she did not dare. Sometimes the word “Insolent!” women pronounce not with indignation and contempt, but with approval and rapture. Now was exactly that case!
Angelina really liked that this young man, yesterday’s teenager, turned out to be not only handsome and brave, but also impudent and decisive! Determined beyond his years! And this only pleased the girl, who was yearning for male caresses.
Although she lay with her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, she understood that he was standing over her, admiring her. She felt his hot breath on her. She understood that he would now take action. And she really, passionately and desperately wanted him to do it!
“Why are you, devil, hesitating?! - I thought to the girl. - Come on! Make up your mind! Caress me! Take me!"
She finally felt the tufts of his fingers gently touch her cheek. They began to lightly stroke her cheek. Then his neck... Shoulders... Then his hands became more and more skillful and all-penetrating, and his actions became more and more decisive, all-crushing, all-conquering...
At first, she decided to repeat what happened in the pirate captain's cabin. Just don’t open your eyes, give yourself into the power of the one who takes possession of you. But she immediately decided that this would be the greatest stupidity. She loved to receive affection from men. But even more than that, she liked to give them pleasure herself. This brought her indescribable pleasure too! Seeing the bliss they experience at that moment when she shows miracles of voluptuousness, she herself was turned on by this! Therefore, even now, having received a lot of pleasure from a daring and skillful lover beyond his age, she herself began new love games, where she assigned herself the dominant role.
At first, the young man did not expect such agility from her, but soon he accepted the game, from which both benefited! They experienced bliss and buzz together! It was a very voluptuous night! Very! For both!
Angelina was losing everything! But the more often they indulged in intimacy again and again, the more clearly our heroine understood that she was missing something for complete satisfaction. At first she couldn’t even understand why. But then a crazy thought, which frightened her herself, suddenly suddenly occurred to her. She realized that she would now like to make love with this young man as it was in the captain’s cabin. Then there was a lot of cruelty and vulgarity in his actions. He did a lot of things rudely, dismissively, which did not bring her pleasure. But now, after the passage of time, she suddenly realized that she would really like it if this young man entered her, in addition to the usual place, also in the place that was now the most excited in her body! At this moment, this place really wanted Tom’s jade rod to enter it!
The desire became so strong that the girl realized that she was no longer able to resist him! But how to tell a guy about this? She was embarrassed to say this. She understood that this was unusual and he might misunderstand her. How to be?!
When the desire became completely uncontrollable, she, taking advantage of the fact that her beloved wanted to enter her just in the impulses of another flurry of caresses, she gently and carefully took his jade rod and directed it not to the place where he had planned to enter initially, to another a place that was nearby. Well, very close.
In surprise, the guy froze for a moment. Angelina froze in apprehension. But we have already said that this quick young man was very quick-witted and grasped everything literally on the fly. Now he understood everything the same way. Not only did he instantly realize that her partner wanted just such intimacy, but he himself decided: why not try something new for himself? Why not experience unusual, hitherto unfamiliar sensations? He accepted the game and began to do what his partner had hinted at in no uncertain terms. Or rather, she didn’t hint, but quite realistically pushed him to take this action.
It seemed to both that this all lasted longer than usual. When it was all over, our heroine realized that both of them received indescribable pleasure from this. She was glad that from now on something new had appeared in her intimate life, which would henceforth bring her just as passionate pleasures as what she had previously had.
They lay in silence for a long time, resting. They looked at each other, then at the starry sky. How much happened between them that night! And it is noteworthy that during the entire time they both did not utter a single word! Apart from voluptuous moans, not a single articulate word was uttered! It was simply amazing! The girl thought that recently something unusual had been happening in her life, including her intimate life. She had intimacy with the pirate captain many times, and at the same time she never opened her eyes during all that time. And now I spent the night with this young man, where not a single word was spoken! She involuntarily smiled, trying to guess what highlight awaits her during her next love affairs?
Although, what happened to the pirate could hardly be called joy. There she experienced not pleasure, but suffering. Now this boy did the same thing that the pirate did to her then. And now, unlike the previous case, this position and this type of intimacy between a man and a woman brought her not suffering, but pleasure! Sincere pleasure! Pleasure! The girl couldn’t help but think that it was very important that the desire to have sex be mutual. So that in intimacy it is not violence and disrespect for the partner that reigns, but reciprocity, love, tenderness, affection...
Seeing that the first rays of a timid dawn began to brighten the sky, Angelina finally uttered the first words of the whole night:
- I told you that I would be in your debt. So I paid my debt...
The guy froze at these words, and then looked at her intently:
- You did this just to repay me?!
The girl realized that she had said absolutely not what needed to be said. But, instead of immediately starting to apologize, she began to speak slowly, thoughtfully, dreamily looking somewhere into the distance, in front of her, at the ceiling.
- Don't force me to say what is already clear. Can't you see that I like you more than you like me?! This is exactly what I’m afraid of... I’m afraid that I’ll get so carried away that I’ll want to stay here forever... Next to you... But I can’t stay here. I urgently need to return home to England. You don’t know anything about me... I not only know how to fish and cut fish... I live at court... In London... I often go to balls, which are tripled by the king himself! King of England Charles the First Stuart! I have a completely different life there...
In this one relatively short monologue, the girl said so much at one time that Tom fell silent for several minutes. He fell silent, stunned by what he heard. Not fully comprehending everything she said. The first phrase plunged him into euphoria, and the subsequent ones brought him down to earth.
- What is the closest city near you? – She asked unexpectedly.
He looked at her intently, but still answered.
- Bridgestone. Why do you need it?
- I definitely want to visit it! Visit the harbor. It has a harbor, doesn't it? Find out when ships leave for the English races. Will you take me into town, Tom?
Dawn lit up the sky with an increasingly pink color, its rays made their way into the room more and more, and illuminated the faces of our heroes. The girl noticed how the guy’s face froze in foreboding. His face seemed to have turned to stone. He turned his head and looked at her intently.
- You can’t go into the city... You shouldn’t appear in the city...
The girl felt an unpleasant chill run down her back. A bad feeling instantly took possession of her. But she was so tired of the negativity that she now decided to drive it away right away! From the doorstep!
- Why can’t this be done? What are you making up? You just don't want me to leave. Isn't it true? Yes?
- No! That's not the only reason! I really don't want you to leave... I really don't want you to leave! I can no longer live without you! Life without you will lose all meaning for me. But that’s not the only reason why you shouldn’t appear in the city.
- Why? Answer? Why are not you talking?!
- I don't want to upset you. You can’t do that and that’s it! Stay here for now. Nobody is chasing you! When everything passes and it’s possible, I’ll tell you about it. I'll guide you myself. In the meantime, stay here... Please...
Angelina laughed heartily.
“You made it all up just so you wouldn’t let me go.” Tom... I feel good with you too... Dear Tom...
He tried to say something, but she started kissing and caressing him. The pressure of her caresses was so strong that he soon forgot that he wanted to object to her. It was impossible for her to object now. Not to accept such charming and pleasant caresses from her would be the height of stupidity. He responded to her with mutual tenderness, and they again indulged in love games for a long time...

Episode ten
Bridgestone met Angelina with crowded streets, noise and din of the city bustle. Something she had long lost the habit of, and something she really missed.
She reproached herself a little for taking up self-government, and without consulting Tom, she went to the city. But she understood that the young man in love with her would not help her, but only prevent her from leaving Barbados. Therefore, taking advantage of the fact that Tom and his father went fishing, she, having learned from Tom’s mother which way to go to visit the city, boldly and decisively headed towards it. On foot! The road didn't scare her! Having stayed in one place for a long time, she wanted to warm up and, of course, visit not so much the city as the city harbor. See everything with your own eyes, find out how often the ships sail. And exactly which cities they go to. Since Barbados is a colony of England, then ships, of course, must go to its capital, London, constantly and regularly! The girl was pleased with the thought that she could return home again and plunge into her usual way of life.
Suspecting that she could buy something in the city at the same time, the girl asked Thomas’s mother to give her some money. She had not yet asked for the full amount she had earned from them. She will ask for it when she leaves the island for good. In the meantime, our heroine did not want to do this. Leaving without telling Tom about it. She didn’t want to part with him like that, inhumanely, secretly from him, without telling him at parting a word of gratitude for all the good things he had done for her. She planned to return today.
Tom's mother gave the girl money without the slightest hesitation, and she went to Bridgestone with a cheerful step and a cheerful mood.
Passing through the market, the girl reproached herself for taking this particular road. It would be better if she went in a different direction! It was impossible to pass here without coming into contact with many temptations. The aromas of smoked meats and other delicacies were in the air everywhere. But it was not only our traveler’s sense of charm that suffered. The eye, too, could not bear the abundance of the ruddy sides of smoked okrik, sausages, and other aromatic things glistening in the sun, the mere sight of which made her aunts salivate.
She decided for herself that on the way back she would go exactly this way, and would certainly buy something for home. But now she needed to go to the harbor! Now the extra luggage in her hands will only bother her. Angelina began asking passersby how to get closer and faster to the city pier.
It was at this time that she noticed the astonished look of some scoundrel on herself! He looked at her with such surprise, his eyes opened so wide in surprise that he had the feeling that the girl was an old acquaintance of his. And now, having recognized her, he was sincerely glad to meet her.
This look greatly frightened our heroine. She hastily began to move away from this stranger, but to her horror she noticed that he, too, began to pursue her. She quickened her pace, and so did he. The girl began to panic! How can?! She didn't want any trouble anymore! She's tired of trouble! She's tired of them! She hurried faster towards the exit from the market. That's where what happened happened.
Seeing a serviceman in uniform ahead, the pursuer immediately overtook the pursued one, ran up to the serviceman, and spoke to him loudly and quickly, all the while pointing his finger at the girl.
- Detain her, Mr. Bailiff! This is the fugitive whose face was drawn on many sheets of paper posted around the city. She was the one who escaped from Captain James Carroll's ship!
Angelina was just passing by at that time and wanted to quickly leave, but the pursuer deftly grabbed her hand and began to hold her tightly, not giving her the opportunity to leave.
- Carroll first looked for her, but not finding her, he swam away. But then a certain Jack Faber showed up, who tired of everyone here with stories that it was he who was taking the beautiful Angelina Brontë to the planter Jacob Haig. He says that even there, in England, many people know that our Mr. Haig loves beautiful ladies. So he wanted to sell it to Mr. Haig at a higher price! Let us, Mr. Bailiff, take this cutie to Mr. Hague! And we will earn a lot of money from it! How do you like this idea, Mr. Bailiff?!
Angelina refused to believe her ears! Her mind and consciousness did not want to perceive the reality of what was happening! It was too much! After how much torment, after being in hell, to end up in hell again?! This was beyond her understanding! It should not be! This is unfair!!!
She didn't just want to cry. She wanted to howl at the top of her lungs! Howl with grief and despair! From resentment and pain that fate is so unkind to her!
Now it dawned on her what Tom meant when he said that she shouldn’t appear in the city... Why didn’t he say everything to the end! You see, he wanted to feel sorry for her! I didn't mean to upset you! So I didn’t “upset”... In the end I made everything much worse...
The bailiff took a closer look at the captive.
“Really... I remember...” He said, drawing out his words, as if remembering something, in a vile voice. “And this search, and the drawing of this fugitive on pieces of paper that were posted in the city. It really looks like... Yes... This is it... I will deliver it to Mr. Hague myself! And you take care of order here for me.
The face of the man holding the captive by the hand was distorted with horror.
- How can this be, Mister Bailiff?! I’m the one... It was I who noticed and recognized her! This is my merit!
“Be silent,” the bailiff barked. – Who is the power here? You or me?! If everything works out, then I will thank you. Or maybe I’ll just return your favor. That's all. And you, as a gift from me, will know that I will turn a blind eye to all your possible affairs.
- Well, I don’t do any such things, Mr. Bailiff! “It was a pity to look at the poor fellow.” He was clearly disappointed that a possible good income was slipping away from his hands so quickly and irrevocably. The income that he had already set himself up for. – I am an honest, law-abiding person! I don't do any business!
- Well, if you decide to do them, then know that I will give you an indulgence. Said everything! Go away! And you, honey, come with me! Yes... She's good... Really sweet and pretty... I hope Mr. Haig won't be stingy for such a beauty. He is truly a subtle connoisseur of female beauty. Everyone knows this! Come after me! And don't you dare run away! These things don't work for me! The bullet will quickly catch up with you! Although, of course, I wouldn’t want to spoil such a product...
The desire to run away from these terrible and cruel people here and now was so great that she could barely restrain herself. But she also understood that this was unlikely to help her. She realized with sobering clarity that here, in Barbados, where the most shameful practice in the history of mankind, slavery and violence against slaves, is treated as something ordinary and familiar, everyone around her is almost her enemy, and it is unlikely who will stand up for her. If she either runs away or starts screaming loudly, calling for help. All the bailiff has to do is say the single word “runaway,” and everyone will immediately treat her like a commodity. Like some kind of runaway slave who must definitely be returned to her owner. It couldn’t have been any other way in the minds of these people. Talking to a girl about justice and lawlessness would most likely cause everyone not only misunderstanding, but also outright laughter. Perhaps everything was wrong, but the girl was so upset that she decided not to anger fate for now and would come to terms with the circumstances. For now, she will follow this person, and then, perhaps, she will choose a moment to come up with something and run away from him.
The bailiff and the captive walked back along the same path, in the middle of the shopping rows of the market, along which she had just passed. She walked further and further from the pier, from the place where she was so eager, the place that she saw as the gate leading her, Angelina, to her former, peaceful London life, which was familiar to her. Now this terrible man was leading her further and further from the desired will, ever closer to her terrifying bondage... These are the paths of fate. These zigzags of success and failure are present in everyone’s life.
Walking past the counters, on which rolls of fabrics were laid out, and all kinds of capes and other women's apparel hung on the heights, the bailiff suddenly stopped.
- Wait! “He roughly ordered the captive. And he immediately contacted the seller of this product. “Give me, my dear, that red cape.” Yes! Yes! Her! Exactly her!
The seller handed the bailiff something resembling a burqa, made of light, translucent fabric. The bailiff immediately threw it over the captive, took a step back, looked at her, and grunted with satisfaction.
- Great! This is how I will take you to Mr. Haig! And I’ll take off the cape as soon as he starts telling me the amount that I like. Which I will start to like. “He emphasized the word “begin.” “And when he sees what beauty is under this cape, I will ask him for a much larger sum!” Let's go to! And don't you dare take it off!
- Mr. Bailiff! – was heard after the departing duo. - But what about... This... Well...
The bailiff grimaced with displeasure and, without stopping, said as he walked:
- I'll come see you on the way back!
The guard and the captive continued on their way. Already dying of fear and horror, and of foreboding, the girl realized with every step that the noose around her neck was tightening tighter and tighter. Now she really wanted Tom to come from God knows where and, as in the case when she was drowning in the ocean, save her again. Alas, there was neither Tom nor anyone else nearby who could lend her a helping hand. The whole horror was that this terrible man was committing lawlessness over her somewhere in a deserted part of the island, where it was deserted, and no one saw his meanness. The paradox was that there were a lot of people around, but no one cared that a rude and strong man was leading a fragile and defenseless young girl as a captive. No one cared about Angelina! No one! How much she now regretted that she had made this foray into the city without Tom, secretly from him...
They left the market area and began to walk along one of the streets of the city, when a shout was heard from a distance:
- Charlie! Finally I found you! Wait! Wait a minute!
The bailiff, hearing that he was called, stopped and ordered his captive to do the same.
- What happened there, Paul? – The bailiff frowned with displeasure.
- It really happened! – He spoke joyfully, barely approaching. - Moreover, something pleasant happened! So don't look at me so angry! The governor wants to see you now, without delay!
The bailiff frowned with displeasure that his long-awaited visit to the planter would now be cut short. The visit from which he was looking forward so much! And suddenly this urgent call to the governor...
- Why are you sad, my brother Charlie?! You need to be happy! I'll tell you a secret! A promotion awaits you! But I won’t say another word! Let everything be a surprise for you! Do not even ask! I will not say! Go! He is waiting for you in his governor's palace!
The bailiff hesitated.
- Thank you, of course... I’m glad that His Excellency has blessed me with his attention and he is ready to shower me with his favors, but... But this is too bad a time... I’m here to visit Jacob Haig.
And the bailiff briefly told Paul about the events that you and I already know about.
Paul, hearing this, made more of his eyes surprised.
- So let me, instead of you, take this thief to the planter! I'm your brother! I won't deceive you! Be sure that all the money that I try to get out of him, I will give you. This is your product! And the fact that I know how to bargain no worse, and even better than you, I think you’ll talk about it yourself. So everything that happens is for the better! Today will be a doubly lucky day for you, Charlie! Charlie Peters will have a double birthday today! Go! The governor is waiting for you!
The bailiff rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
- And what?! “He finally said in an invigorated voice. - You, Paul, are talking a lot! You really have a grip! Look! Don't sell yourself short! You know he loves pretty faces. Tell Mr. Haig that this is the first beauty of England! Brought from there especially for him! Bump up the price! And when he no longer wants to raise her price, you take the cape off this girl. Let what you see be a surprise for both of you. Having seen such beauty, he will agree with everything that you offer him. And you, amazed by what you see, will charge him the highest price in a fit of emotion! You and I will make good money! I believe in it! Good luck my brother Paul!
And with these words the bailiff hurriedly returned.
And Angelina, now accompanied by a new escort, followed towards the unknown... Towards a new sexual slavery...

Episode eleven
The road was long and tiring. They had long since left the city and walked along a dirt road among endless fields. These were all sugar cane plantations. Wherever you look, there is reed everywhere. The captive saw the slaves who worked on the plantations and the overseers who hovered around them. She felt sorry for both them and herself. She once again thought about the frailty of human existence. It was significant that the two brothers spoke about her, about Angelina, as if she were a commodity. Like a dumb creature, whose opinion and desire no one is interested in. These two didn’t give a damn about what the girl was thinking now, what was going on in her soul. They, who had absolutely nothing to do with her, seeing her for the first time in her life, suddenly decided that they had the right to control her fate and make money from her.
To get money for any product, even for the same sugar, you need to work a lot on sugar cane plantations, in the mills where this cane is ground, you also need to spend a lot of time and effort to create a product, sugar, which can then be sold and receive money for the labor invested in this product.
These same two planned to get a lot of money for the woodpile, having nothing to do with it. Without making the slightest effort to, for example, raise and educate her! The outrage, striking in its impudence and permissiveness, simply shocked and morally killed our heroine! These infinitely cruel, arrogant, criminal people needed to be punished! Moreover, punish the most severely! But no one thought to do this! Vice versa! They went on rampages in the market, actually engaged in extortion, and probably did other vile things. But, instead of punishment, they receive money for their crimes, as should happen now, in the planter's house. And in the governor’s palace they are going to encourage these criminals! Where's the justice?! What's happening?! Where is the world going?! The poor girl, with a fragile psyche, was simply thrilled by the contradictions and paradoxes of the thoughts that troubled her.
We repeat: she felt sorry for those whom she saw on the plantations, she understood that they were not happy. Slavery is slavery. There is no need to comment anything here. This terrible word is clear to everyone. But it seemed to her that sexual slavery was something even worse and worse. She did not know what kind of pervert this planter would turn out to be, and what cruelties and humiliations she would have to endure from him. She recalled the outrage that the pirate had shamelessly and without the slightest remorse committed on her, imagined that something similar was waiting for her in the planter’s house, and her heart sank with pain and resentment. Tears rolled into my eyes...
- Who do I see?! Floor! Buddy, is that you?!
At this time, our travelers were just passing near people working on the plantation. One of the guards, seeing a man accompanying Angelina, called out to him. It was quite clear that this warden was an old friend of Paul's, and now recognized his old friend.
- John! Glad to see you! How are you doing?! God! How long have we not seen each other?
Two old friends were so carried away by their conversation that for a while they forgot about everything that was going on around them. Taking advantage of the moment, the captive began to hastily look around, trying to see a place where she could run and hide. She wanted there to be some kind of cliff nearby, albeit an insanely high one, from which she could jump down and swim away from her troubles. But, alas, there was nothing around except the field. She understood that she would not run away here. And if she runs away, they will immediately find her and capture her again. There was an urgent need to come up with something different. She began to look around even more closely. And I saw the following picture. Near those slaves who were next to Angelina, there was only one overseer, the one who was now plunged headlong into a conversation with his old friend. The rest of the guards were quite far away, where the rest of the slaves were working.
Those who were here, taking advantage of the fact that their overseer was distracted, took a short break to rest. Someone took advantage of the moment and began to drink water.
Mostly all slaves were black. But there were also whites among them. Including the girl who was closest to Angelina. She straightened her back for a minute, and before taking a sip of water, she exhaled tiredly:
- God…
This one single word was enough for Angelina to understand that her compatriot was next to her. A plan came to our heroine’s mind immediately!
She approached the girl and quietly, so that no one else could hear them, whispered:
- Let's change the seats! If you want. I will be sent to the house of the planter Haig as, as it were, one of his wives. For love pleasures. Let's quickly change clothes. You will throw over yourself this red cape, which is now on me, and I am your white scarf, which is tied around your head. I will immediately start working so that no one sees my face and notices the substitution. And you silently follow this man who accompanies me. They didn't see my face, didn't hear my voice! He won't notice that a change has taken place! You'll be better off there! Agree! Hurry up! While there is time!
And, seeing that the girl was thinking indecisively, Angelina immediately took out a handful of coins that Thomas’s mother had given her in the morning, and poked them into the hands of the confused girl.
- Here! This is money! Take it! Agree!
Angelina quickly glanced at her fellow guards, who were pleasantly chatting, and, seeing that they had just at that time turned their backs to her, and not seeing what was happening, she hastily took off the girl’s scarf, put on her her long, noticeable red robe, hanging down to the ground, and with skillful movements of her fingers she tied the scarf on her head.
- Go there, closer to the person who will take you to the planter’s house. Walk silently and calmly! He won't guess anything! He won't notice the change! Well, go ahead! Don't give yourself away! It will be easier for you there!
And, slightly pushing the confused girl closer to the overseers, Angelina took the tool from her limp hands, and, bending down, began to work on the plantation.
She understood that the first minutes would be decisive and defining. She worked, and her hands trembled with excitement. She kept expecting that at any moment she would hear the rude shout of the warden, who noticed her cunning. But time passed, nothing happened.
She heard how, having finished talking, both guards noisily said goodbye, Paul loudly ordered his captive, “Let's go!” and both silently and calmly left. We continued on our way.
Our heroine rejoiced in her heart. She had no doubt that she had done the right thing. She saw the planter's edge as some kind of terrible prison, where she would sit in barred rooms, from which she would never be able to escape. There are fields and open spaces here! She was sure that over time she would certainly come up with something and escape from this hell! Our heroine saw everything in a rosy light!
But the more time passed, the more clearly she understood that not everything was so simple.
First and foremost... However, no! In the string of troubles that befell her from that moment, there was neither a second, nor a third, nor a fourth. Everything was equally terrible! And the scorching sun, which mercilessly fried and scorched the body, and the hard, exhausting work, when you wanted to fall from fatigue and die right on the spot, and the incredibly painful blows of the guards' lashes! Who whipped the backs of slaves with or without reason! And humiliating shouts: “Move, you slackers!” How much rudeness, contempt and vileness there was in these voices! How much disrespect for those to whom these words were addressed! Our heroine again and again, for the umpteenth time, was convinced that there are no limits to human cruelty and meanness.
She barely made it through the rest of the day. The feeling of fatigue and hunger was driving her crazy. That terrible stew that was given to the slaves before bed could not be called food in the literal sense of the word! How could you even eat this?! The sufferer involuntarily remembered the ruddy sides of smoked hams and sausages, which she had recently seen at the market this morning. I remembered the exquisite dishes that filled the tables during feasts and balls at court. The poor thing closed her eyes, she wanted to howl in despair.
She prayed to God that the substitution would be noticed in the planter's house. So that now someone would come and take her from this hell. Alas, all of Angelina’s calculations turned out to be correct. No one, neither Paul nor the planter, saw the face of the unknown beauty. They could well have mistaken the girl with whom Angelina was remembered in places as her! This is apparently what happened! Our heroine became a victim of her own, inappropriate, cunning.
She understood that it would not be sweet for her there either. But a new day came, then a second, third and fourth, a new hell began on the plantations, which, it seemed to her, was a hundred times worse than what could have happened in the harem...
She kept looking for ways to escape, but the guards watched the slaves so strictly, all the restrictions on their freedoms were thought out so carefully that the more time passed, the more she understood: there is no way out of this dead end, and there never can be... .
Everything was so bad, everything looked so terrible, hopeless, and terrifying that our poor girl increasingly began to have the idea of taking her own life...

The third story about “The Seductress from Flint” was written on October 17, 2023, in the UK, in North Wales, in the town of Flint, Bolingbroke Street 135.


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