Grigory Borzenko Paying debts The sixth story from the series “The Love Affairs of Angeline Brontë”

Grigory Borzenko
Paying debts
The sixth story from the series “The Love Affairs of Angeline Brontë”

Episode one
The closer the “Lime” came to the shores of Barbados, the stronger Angelina’s heart beat with excitement. She recalled the horror that she had experienced here, and caught herself thinking that she would like not only to stay away from this island, but not to look at it at all! This piece of land was so hateful to her, where she knew nothing but grief and suffering.
However, no! There were still some pleasant moments. Here fate brought her together not only with terrible and evil people, but also with those whom she will remember with warmth and kindness. First of all, this concerns Thomas Day, his father and mother. It was these people who saved her life after escaping from the pirate ship! It was Tom and Oscar who pulled her, drowning, out of the water, brought her to her senses, and brought her back to life.
And how affectionate Thomas was to her, and how voluptuously, with an unusual and especially pleasant rapture, they spent the nights with him, it’s a fairy tale! It really looked like some kind of fairy tale! After all the unnecessary things that the sufferer had to endure, suddenly the days of peace and tranquility came! Including quiet starry nights on one of the remote corners of the island where Tom’s family lived. How pleasant and voluptuous the love games with Tom were. How sweet this young man was, how tenderly he treated her, what unusually pleasant caresses he gave her...
Angelina caught herself thinking that she really wanted to see Tom. Including in order to spend the night with him, or even more than one! She again wanted to experience the indescribable bliss that this guy, yesterday’s teenager, who was younger than her, gave her! She understood that Bill Kelly was in her life now. She realized that it was not right to bend one lover out of bed and into the bed of another. She didn’t yet know whether she would decide to do this. But there was no doubt in her soul that she would really like to do this. Very!
Then, with Tom, she experienced intimacy with a man for the first time, when he was behind her and entered her in a primary place. This innovation charmed her so much that it seemed to her that she had never had sweeter and more pleasant sex in her life before and never would again. It might have been a stupid comparison, but it reminded her of her first love. After it there will be the courage of others, similar, and even stronger. But first love is always remembered by everyone. The first feelings, the first emotions, the first sensation of an incredibly pleasant feeling, without which life will henceforth seem boring, greasy, meaningless.
This also applies to the first intimacy with a man. There were already several men in Angelina’s destiny. But she recalled her closeness with Edward Bloomfield more than once. Since he was the first in her life. With him, for the first time, she felt that indescribably wonderful feeling, without which not a single person in the world can live. He was the first to give her a wonderfully wonderful world of pleasures, with him she first learned what a pleasant pleasure it is when a strong, strong, handsome man not only kisses you, but also does something much more voluptuous than an innocent, chaste kiss. When he caresses you, tenderly, penetrates you... And you, feeling the man inside you, suffocating in voluptuousness from the way he does it, energetically, passionately, selflessly and rapturously, melting in his strong embrace, you understand what is more pleasant there was no feeling on earth, no, and never will be again...
The girl didn’t know where Edward was now or what was wrong with him. But she may see Tom in the very near future. And you definitely need to do this! Even if she does not decide to be intimate with him, even if during this time everything has changed so much that there can be no talk of any intimacy, she is still obliged to find him! And thank her for the good he did for her.
After all, he not only saved her then, on the shore, drowning. He rescued him from captivity in the planter's harem! Stop! Didn’t Tom pay for this noble deed of his?! She then sailed away from the island, but Tom stayed behind! This bastard Jacob Haig could have found the impudent young fisherman who dared to deceive the guards, and taken one of his concubines from under their noses!
This guess made the girl numb with horror. But this could very well be the case! The all-powerful planter simply had to give the order to find the insolent man. Tom could be found! He could have paid severely for his nobility and help to Angelina! Perhaps poor Tom is now in captivity with the planter. It may well be that Haig either made the young man his slave, or punished the young man in some other cruel way! And now he himself needs help! It would be fair if now she, Angelina, came to his aid in his difficult moment and freed him!
Inspired by this idea, our heroine decided that first of all, upon arrival in Barbados, she would immediately rush to the house of the Thomas family and find out where it was.
The Girl also remembered the good that James Beam did for her. If this new overseer had not appeared on the plantations, if he had not conveyed the news in London that Angelina Bronte was in captivity, then Jacob Cook would not have come to Barbados. A chain of events would not have begun that would have allowed the captive, after much trouble and torment, to leave this island prison. If it weren’t for Bim, then, most likely, the nameless oppressed slave, once called Angelina Bronte, would still be obediently and meekly bending her back on Haig’s plantations. We definitely need to find Bim and thank him somehow. No, she didn’t even think about sex with him. Yes, then it was also not bad with him. Yes, in addition to freedom, this man also gave her variety during her time in slavery. Yes, those nights spent with him were a real outlet and a breath of freedom for a girl who was going crazy with melancholy and loneliness. Yes, intimacy with him was also pleasant and voluptuous. But nothing more! You can remember with gratitude the caresses that he gave her then. However, she also responded in kind in return. But now she had absolutely no desire to jump into bed with him again.
However, what kind of bed are we talking about?! All this happened right on the grass, in the bushes and thickets, not far from the barracks in which our heroine lived with other slaves. Maybe that’s why she didn’t crave the continuation of that action, since it was only about relieving sexual tension. And it certainly couldn’t be called a fairy tale. Everything happened, jokingly speaking, in unsanitary conditions, everything was done stealthily, secretly from everyone. With fear of exposure at any moment. In moments of the highest moments of voluptuousness, the partner could not allow herself to utter the usual sighs and groans in such cases. What made that intimacy somehow flawed, inferior, or something.
But this in no way diminished Bim’s merits, and Angelina’s feelings of gratitude to him. White is not only in intimacy. Although she, after such a long abstinence, was then incredibly important for the young girl, who was at the dawn of her strength. Something else was no less important. Then everyone, absolutely everyone around us treated our heroine exactly like a slave. Like some despicable creature. With humiliation and indignation. And this warden gave her the opportunity to feel like a human again. Even simple intimate conversations with him were enough for Angelina not to lose faith either in herself or in the fact that everything was so hopeless.
Well, and, in the end, it was Bim who actually put an end to the most terrible hell that existed in the life of our heroine. End of slavery. The girl has been in many troubles, endured many hardships, experienced a lot of torment. But nowhere did she experience so much suffering as under the scorching sun on the sugar plantations, during hard, exhausting, maddening labor...
Therefore, no matter what happened, no matter what happened, Angelina decided for herself that she would definitely try to somehow find Bim and help him in some way.
But here a very serious difficulty arose. Finding Tom didn't seem like a terrible thing to her. She could already imagine how exactly she would do this. She will ask the captain for a sailor or two to accompany her in search of Tom. She knew where his house was. She herself once came on foot from his farmstead to Bridgestone. The sailors were simply needed for security. So that no one, like in that first case, when all her troubles on the island began, would approach her. The house of the planter she hated was located far from the house where Tom lived. She was not afraid to face Haig. But, going in search of Bim, she will certainly have to visit the plantations. And she didn’t want to go there under any circumstances! Even to the ends of the earth! But not there! Everything, absolutely everything she sees there will evoke animal fear and horror in her! Everything will remind her of the nightmare she went through.
And there’s nothing to say about meeting Haig... God forbid, she’ll meet him there! It seemed to her that she would die of fear and horror in the very first moment, as soon as their gazes met... She had never met a more hateful and terrible person in her life! She was terrified, she was terrified of meeting Haig! So what should you do then?
She didn't know that yet. But she was sure that by the time they arrived in Barbados, she would come up with something.
But the longer the voyage continued, the closer the island became, the more she thought, the more clearly she realized how incredibly stupidly wrong she had been in telling herself that she did not want to see the planter. How so?! He brought her so much grief! So much suffering! Then she endured everything, because she was absolutely powerless. Now she has a completely different situation! Is it possible that now, having been on the island, she will sail away to England without taking advantage of the favorable moment and not try to take revenge on this monster for all the insults that he brought her?! This will be the stupidest and most unforgivable thing she can do! The girl recalled again and again what suffering she experienced on the plantations, what humiliation she suffered in his harem, when he, an old, fat and smelly, sadistic womanizer who did not wash, mocked her, trying to do everything in the most humiliating positions for her, treated her as if she were an animal. And she understood that she would no longer be able to forgive this. She will certainly come up with something to make her revenge as painful as possible. The kind this person deserves. If he can be called a man at all.
Angelina remembered how she endured similar deprivations and humiliations within the monastery walls. How her soul exploded then, protesting against the endless stream of violence that fell upon her in an endless series. Then she gave herself a firm word to punish those incorrigibly vile, cruel and vile people who control Angelina’s life and destiny like some kind of toy. Such scoundrels as Lady Molly Campbell, planter Jacob Haig, Mother Abbess Teresa and many others who bring not only Angelina, but also many other people, evil, more evil, and nothing but evil, must be punished. Who else, Angelina, will break this ominous chain? So that these fiends of hell no longer bring grief to innocent people!
Emotions overwhelmed our heroine so much that she even stood up and began to quickly and confidently walk back and forth around the cabin. She realized that from that moment she would begin a new life. That the meek, submissive, silent, meekly enduring all adversity, slave and slave will remain a thing of the past. In the future, there will only exist a freedom-loving, proud girl named Angelina Bronte who does not allow herself to be treated with disrespect! Which in the future will not only resolutely suppress all inappropriate relations towards her, but will also certainly take revenge for previous humiliations and insults! Let it be so! Forever and ever!
With these words, our heroine walked to the deck with a decisive step. To find the captain and tell him about your plans.

Episode two
We can only imagine how happy the eyes of Oscar Day and his wife shone when they saw Angelina on the threshold of their house. At first glance it was clear that they were very happy to see the girl. Tom's mother began to fuss, immediately rushed to set the table and invite the guest and her two companions to him.
- Sincere thanks! – The girl’s voice sounded loud and joyful. “But the last thing I care about is food.” I'm interested in Tom! Where is he? He is at home?
The wide smile slowly faded from Oscar's face.
- Isn’t it with you?
Now it was Angelina’s turn to be surprised and look at her interlocutor with equal confusion.
- In what sense? Why should I have it?!
Tom's father was a little confused.
- He told us that he saved you. Helped you go home to England. But, the more time passed, the more he rode over you. Then he couldn’t stand it and said that he was going to London. To you. He said he knows where to find you...
Out of confusion, the girl even sat down on the edge of the stool that had been previously offered to her. She was so depressed that she didn't know what to say.
- So you saw him, Miss Angelina? Or not?
- No... - the girl said in confusion.
The head of the family looked worriedly at the guest, then at his wife. She, hearing this, changed her face. She forgot about the dishes, which she had already begun to take out of the cupboard, and also sat down on the edge of the long bench.
- So... Where is he?
With every second the pause of silence became more and more awkward and oppressive.
- Wait! “It was clear that the girl wanted to organize her thoughts. – Tell me exactly when he left. Right after he helped me sail to England? Or later? Planter Haig was to organize a search for the one who helped me escape. Did his people come to you? Were they looking for Tom? Or rather, a young man they didn’t know who helped me escape. Did he fall into their hands?
Oscar and his wife looked at each other.
- Yes... - he said uncertainly. - They came... They looked around everyone... They were looking for someone... But this was already after the son left the house. He almost immediately followed you, Miss Angelina...
The father fell silent, and then looked very intently at the girl.
- He missed you very much... Very... Although he didn’t say anything, my mother and I realized that he fell in love with you... And he couldn’t live without you...
Angelina didn't know how to behave. She understood that the sailors were hearing this, who most likely knew about her affair with the captain. However, how could they not know about this, since after that evening she remained to live in the captain’s cabin. Everyone on the ship understood that at night this beautiful girl not only gave lectures to her neighbor, who shared the same bed with her, lectures on the topic of humane treatment of slaves, and a call to stop engaging in this shameful trade.
However, now the opinion of these two sailors about her was the least of her worries. She understood that a lot of time had passed since then, and where the young man had been all that hour was really the question...
Seeing how worried her parents were, she realized that it was not her, Angelina, who needed to be consoled now, but she must certainly calm down Tom’s worried father and mother.
- Wait! Nothing bad happened! I myself am surprised by the question of where he was all this time. But, the main thing is that it did not fall into the hands of the planter. The only thing I was worried about was that the planter’s people, looking for the young man who helped me escape, would see Tom, recognize him, and capture him. But, if he managed to leave the island, and Haig’s nyshporks still continued to look for the person they needed, then Tom managed to leave Barbados on time! So don't worry!
The girl thought for a while and then added:
- Besides, I wasn’t home all this time! After Tom put me on the boat for the run of Britain, I spent very little time at home in London! Then me... - The narrator hesitated. She really didn’t want to talk about how she, captive, was taken to the monastery. – Then I had a chance to leave... And for a long time... Only now, after long travels, I am returning home. In a few days, the ship I'm on will leave Barbados for England! So it may well be that Tom, having arrived in London and found the place where I live, found out that I was not there... I don’t know where he was all this time... Perhaps he is now in London and is waiting for my return?
The last phrase seemed very logical and reassuring to Thomas's parents. It was noticeable how they breathed a sigh of relief. Although, of course, the excitement in the eyes did not completely disappear.
- As soon as I arrive in London, I will immediately make inquiries. Did the young man come to the court, did he ask about me? What did he say? Perhaps he left information about himself. Where did he stop, where can you look for him? I will immediately send you news about Tom on the first ship leaving London for Barbados. Do not worry! Everything will be fine! Now I would like to thank you both for saving my life and for the good that you did for me. And Tom too. Here... I brought money and gifts with me. Don't refuse! Take it all in! Please!

Episode three
- Get up! Let's go to!
When both people, the prisoner, who had been sitting in the hold until that time, and the sailor who came for him, climbed onto the deck, the prisoner immediately, squinting from the bright sun, began to look around, trying to understand where he was.
- Do not stop! Come after me!
The sailor behaved rather unceremoniously with the prisoner, almost pushing him forward towards the stern.
- What do you allow yourself?! - He was indignant. – You don’t realize who you’re talking to! Here is Jacob Haig himself!
- My business is small... I was ordered to take you to the captain's cabin. You'll tell us all about it there. Let's go to!
When Haig entered the cabin and saw the captain of the Lyme, Bill Kelly, among several people sitting there, he breathed a sigh of relief. But indignation and anger still raged on his face and showed through in his voice.
- Mr. Kelly? Well, thank God! At least one familiar face! I hope you can at least explain to me what’s going on?! A few days ago I bought your product from you. As always, I paid generously. I considered you a constant and reliable companion! But tonight someone kidnapped me! Bound, gagged and blindfolded, I am thrown into some creepy place! In the morning I realize that it was the hold of a ship. As I understand it, your “Lime”, Mr. Kelly! Some ragamuffin brought me, under supervision, like a pitiful and despicable slave, to your cabin. Can you explain to me what is happening?! You will raise that I am not just anyone, but Jacob Haig! A man who here in Barbados is more powerful than the Governor himself! If you don’t immediately explain yourself, don’t apologize, don’t punish those who behaved so unceremoniously with my respected person, then you yourself, Mr. Kelly, will immediately hang on the gallows in one of the squares of Bridgestone! Waiting for your answer, captain! Answer me! Immediately!
Bill sighed heavily and put a face of sadness on his face.
- I would be glad to help you, Mr. Haig, out of old friendship, but... Alas, circumstances have developed in such a way that I can no longer decide anything. I retired... Now our new captain decides everything. He will decide your fate...
- What kind of nonsense?! Who's the new captain? Who is he?! And why should he decide my fate?! It’s me here, on this island, who decides everything! I! Almighty and mighty Jacob Haig! I control the destinies of everyone and everything! I determine who is executed and who is pardoned!
- No! From now on, you, scoundrel and scoundrel Jacob Haig, will no longer control the destinies of others. You will no longer bring grief and suffering to anyone.
The planter shuddered in surprise. This thin girlish voice sounded so unusual and inappropriate in this situation that it seemed to him that this invisible lady in white robes, and with a scythe in her hand, now appeared to him and said: “Get ready! I came for you!
Moreover, the planter did not notice who said it at first. That's why it seemed to him that this voice sounded as if from heaven. As a kind of sentence to him, Haig. He looked around in confusion, and only now noticed the lady who at first was sitting with her back to him. But now she turned sharply, and...
He recognized her! His eyes widened in surprise. A grimace of the greatest indignation distorted his face.
- What?! These words were spoken to me, a respected and honorable man, by a pathetic slave?! I was called unworthy words by a despicable concubine, whom I allowed to live in this world only in order to have fun with her! Satisfy your carnal pleasures! If you don’t immediately, Master Kelly, order this despicable fugitive to be tied up and send her back to my harem, then I...
Angelina did not let him finish. She walked up to Beal, pulled a pistol from his belt, came almost close to Haig, poked the muzzle of the pistol into his groin, and pulled the trigger...
The captain's cabin was shaken not only by the sound of the shot, but also by Haig's even louder cry of pain, despair and indignation.
“I did this, bastard, so that you would never use anyone else for your carnal pleasures.”
The girl’s calm voice sounded dissonant against the background of the desperate cries of the wounded man and the shocked looks of the other Lime officers who were in the captain’s cabin at the time. The desperate act of this small, fragile girl was a revelation to them. They never expected this from her. And she, having returned his weapon to Bil, immediately said decisively:
- Call the ship's doctor immediately. Let him stop this bastard's bleeding and bring him back to his senses! Now this scoundrel has work to do. He needs to deal with it.
Some of those present immediately left the cabin, having managed to say: “I’m getting the doctor!”, and the rest were still in a daze, marveling at what had happened. They were struck not so much by the sight of the once omnipotent planter screaming in pain and powerlessness, to whom they always curried during the sale of slaves so that he would pay them the highest possible price for their goods, but by the calm and confident appearance of their universal favorite. They had always known her as a shy and meek cutie... And then suddenly this... Until now, none of them could believe what they saw. And the fact that this little one could decide to do such a thing...
During this time, the planter came to his senses a little, and in addition to screams and groans, he began to spew out threats:
- What?! This dirty slave could afford such a thing?! In relation to me?! To Haig himself! Oh, you animal... I will strangle you, scum!
The planter held his groin with his right hand, and with his left he reached for the offender. He slowly approached her, convulsively clenched his fingers, imagining how he would now grab the throat of the slave he hated and strangle her, strangle her, and strangle her again.
Not a single muscle moved on the girl’s face. She glared at her opponent with hatred just as he glared at her.
She walked up to one of the officers, took the pistol from him, took a step towards the planter, poked the muzzle of the pistol into the open palm of his left hand, which at that time continued to reach out to her, and pulled the trigger again.
A new shot and a new cry of pain and despair shook the cabin again.
“This is so,” the shooter answered in a calm and relaxed voice, “so that your disgusting dirty little hands no longer reach out to anyone with the intention of hurting them.” Pain and suffering. What you did to me and to many who endured your bullying! Listen to me carefully, Mr. scum and scoundrel! One more word from you and I'll take the next shot! And I will do them until you, creature, die! I think you have no doubt that I will do it! You have caused me too much grief and suffering! I have every moral right to send you where you deserve. Now, I see, the doctor has come. Let him help you. I'll wait. And then I will continue talking. And you will do what I order. Do it silently! If you open your lousy mouth for even a moment and even one word comes out of it, I will fire the next shot! I said everything! I am waiting!
Everyone around was so intrigued by what was happening that not only the girl, but everyone in the cabin impatiently waited for the doctor to help the victim, so that they could then watch the continuation of this amazing drama. Everyone wanted to know what this reckless devil was up to and how it would all end.
In a different situation, the doctor would have been caring for the patient for a long time. And he would lie on the bed even longer, giving time to the wounds to heal. But now was not the case. Everything vaguely resembled a city square, where the crowd gathered at the scaffold was least of all concerned about the condition of the main, so to speak, “culprit of what was happening.” Everyone was eager to continue the spectacle. This fully applied to the one whose fate at that event was the most unenviable. No matter how much he wanted to part with his head, and, consequently, his life, no matter how he hesitated, no matter how he delayed the fatal moment for him, the person sentenced to execution understood how everything would inevitably end sooner or later.
So it is here. The wounded man moaned, cursed, and endured pain while the ship's doctor helped him. But out of the corner of his eye he saw how yesterday’s submissive and silent concubine was now scorching him with her gaze, and was waiting for her to continue the conversation with him again. People like Haig will never admit their mistakes. Even when they commit lawlessness, murder, incite wars and bring a lot of grief to people, they are firmly convinced that they are doing everything right. They don’t even think about apologizing to the people who suffered. Of course, Haig was far from thinking about repentance, but at that time was only seething with anger towards the lady he hated. But, in such a difficult moment for himself, he could not help but understand that she, in turn, was filled with resentment and anger for all the grief that he caused her. Therefore, she could well have decided on sophisticated revenge, which now frightened yesterday’s all-powerful ruler of the island, confident of his impunity. Now this punishment could quite realistically fall on him. That's why he was warm and silent.
Angelina, meanwhile, took paper, an inkwell, and a pen from the chest of drawers, and placed it in front of an empty chair, apparently prepared in advance for Haig.
When, after quite a lot of time, the doctor finished his job and the wounded man came to his senses a little, the girl, catching the planter’s gaze on her, silently nodded towards him on the chair.
His face was distorted with anger, the nodules on his cheekbones jumped with incredible force, but he still pulled himself together, slowly walked up to the table, and just as slowly sat down in the place offered to him. His gaze fell on the writing instruments lying in front of him.
- You'll do everything right, Haig. You'll have to write now. Take a pen in your hands. A blank sheet lies in front of you. There is a second sheet nearby. On it I wrote what you should rewrite on the blank sheet offered to you. Write with your own hand. Word by word. Please sign below and indicate the date. Do you see what it says there? Call it a will or a receipt if you want. But this does not change the essence of the matter. You will write that you will bequeath, transfer, give, whatever you want to call it, all your property, everything, to Mr. James Beam!
The planter's eyes became huge. This could not be called a surprise. It was something much more. Shock... Shock...
- I understand that you want to say a lot now, Haig. But I don't advise you to do this. You've already said everything before. I repeat again! You brought me so much grief and suffering that now I want to not just kill you, but literally cut off small pieces from your body in order to cause you as much suffering as possible. I don't just want to do this! I'm dying to do this! But I'm offering you a deal, Haig! If you now fulfill everything I say, you will be given life. Yes, you will lose everything! Everything! What he gained through dishonest and criminal means! But you will save your thrice lousy life, and no one but you needs it! And this is the main thing for you now! I repeat! Everyone can hear it! I give my word of honor that after you write and sign the two papers I have proposed, you will be given life. But... If you open your mouth for even a second and say even a word, I will do it!
And she went up to another officer, pulled out a pistol from his belt, dumbfounded, sat down opposite Haig, put the weapon in front of her, and looked angrily at her dumbfounded opponent.
- Start, Haig! Write! I sincerely advise you to do this. You have no choice!
There was so much hatred on his face and in his gaze that if they had changed places, he would have applied to his offender all the medieval tortures that existed, just to punish her more painfully for her blatant insolence. But he saw the determination in the look of this she-devil, saw the pistol that lay in front of her, and her right hand, which lay right there, next to the weapon, and he understood that this hand would not waver and would do what she threatened...
He really had no choice. No matter how much his teeth creaked with anger and malice, his pen soon began to creak. Slowly, making pauses, but he still copied everything that was on the sample lying in front of him.
When everything was ready, Angelina read what was written for a long time and carefully, and then did something incredible. She slowly, savoring her every movement, tore into shreds what the planter had written. Everyone looked at her in bewilderment. She, not forgetting to take the pistol with her, again went to the chest of drawers, took out several blank sheets of paper, returned back, sat down, and pushed a new blank sheet of paper towards the prisoner.
- I give you, Haig, one last chance. I won't tolerate your tricks anymore. You didn't sign your name! You tried to deceive me! Which made him even more angry. If you do something like that again, first of all, I will shoot you in the kneecap of your right leg! Write, you scum! And don't you dare fool me again!
Everyone looked at the girl with bewilderment and admiration. But perhaps the one who was most surprised was Bill. He remembered how tender and affectionate she was with him in bed. I compared her, meek, with the one I saw her now, and was surprised at such a dramatic change.
Everyone, absolutely everyone who was in the cabin, and first of all Haig, and Beal too, wanted to ask yesterday’s slave a completely reasonable question: how do you know what your former master’s signature should be? Who, on the plantations or in the harem, showed it to you? But, seeing the importance and tension of the moment, no one began to break the silence with this question. Everyone preferred to watch and wait to see how it would all end.
Haig had no choice but to redo the previously completed work. But put your signature at the end. She satisfied the stern and determined Angelina.
- Fine! We have solved this issue! “She pushed the document she had received aside. - There's one more thing left. This is the last one, Haig! You won't write anything else. Except this!
She again pushed a new blank sheet of paper towards our newly minted clerk.
- Write! I will dictate! So. Your Excellency! Dear Sir…
Hearing the name, Haig stopped writing. He looked at Angelina with surprise and incomprehension.
- Yes, Haig! This is a letter to the Governor of Barbados! Do not be surprised! Write! So! I have just written a document, certified by my personal signature, known to you, where I bequeath all my fortune, movable and immovable property, to Mr. James Beam. I ask you to monitor and control that my will is carried out. Don't let it bother you that Mr. Beam is now working as a simple overseer on my plantations. Let some secrets of my life remain secrets, so I won’t even tell you, my best friend, about the details. There is also no need to worry about my sudden hasty departure. I am good. I will be even better in my new place. There I will have exactly what I deserve.
Angelina waited until the prisoner wrote down everything she had dictated earlier, and then continued.
- I have one more request for you, Your Excellency. Below in this letter I will list the real estate that belongs to me, which only you and I know about, in the name of Oscar Day. This is a fisherman, a worthy man, living in Barbados, near Bridgestone, whom I want to reward for his efforts. I understand that these apartment buildings bring profit to both of us. But in our unspoken agreement, which only the two of us know about, we divided between the two of us the real estate that we acquired with you dishonestly. If you do everything, then I will remain silent about your share in our criminal business, which no one knows about and will not know in the future! So, I list the addresses of the houses that you must place at the disposal of Mr. Oscar Dey. First house. Building at 12 Bailey Street... Second house... Building at...
Hearing this, Haig stopped writing. His gaze radiated sincere bewilderment.
- Allow me! – He cried out emotionally. - But no one knew about this! Nobody in the world! Except for us and the governor! How did this become known?! How so? Can't be! For how many years everything was quiet... Closed and hidden... And now...
- Write, Haig! Write! You won't need this property anymore. Do not be afraid! I will keep my word! You will be given the right to live. But not here! Write! It's time for us to go watering!

Episode four
The sight of a man standing on the shore was a sad sight. The further the ship sailed from the shore, the tiny its lonely figure became, the greater sadness appeared in Angelina’s eyes.
“I don’t know what to say...” She finally broke the silence. - On the one hand, I feel sorry for him. If he is here, he will spend the rest of his life in solitude and oblivion, and will meet his last hour. On the other hand... How can you feel sorry for him? After all, it is clear that he has not repented and does not think of repenting. That’s why I consider fair trials of people who don’t even think about the fact that I was wrong after all. I brought people grief. You need to somehow atone for your guilt before them. Can you hear me, Bill?! Even in his worst nightmare, the thought of doing some good deeds to assuage his guilt before these people would not occur to him. All his thoughts, all his energy will be directed towards one thing: revenge! He will sleep and think about how to take revenge for his personal insult! He won't notice anything else! He will never notice! That's why it would probably be fair if he could never return to Barbados. Otherwise, he will start to muddy the waters there again. Is this really a desert island, Bill?
The captain standing next to Angelina, and, like her, looking into the distance, at a piece of land melting in the distance, nodded his head affirmatively.
- This island is not just uninhabited. It, like the other islands of this archipelago, is as remote as possible from the usual sea routes. Understanding the importance of what you just said, Miss Angelina, and completely agreeing with you, I deliberately spared no time, spent it on making a huge detour, but landing this man, if he can even be called a man, at the most remote and an inconspicuous piece of land. It is clear that someday, perhaps in the distant future, some kind of ship may come here. But I hope that this will not happen very, very soon. By then, this person may already be where he deserves to be. It is unlikely that he will last long... With such a belly, with such laziness, with the inability to take care of himself. He was used to the fact that everyone in his palace pleased him, prepared food, fed him, probably, almost from a spoon. Here everything is different... Here you need to survive... If everything ends sadly, then it is not our fault. We did not take sin on our souls. We gave him life. And let him worry about how to survive.
“That’s for sure...” The girl agreed. – He has relative freedom and choice here. Both his slaves and his concubines were deprived of all this. No freedom, no choice... You know this from my words. And I myself, personally, went through all this... Through the terrible hell that he gave me. And others too. So no one has the moral right to blame me for making all this up. Anyone who is very compassionate and takes pity on this scoundrel, may, God forbid, go through the seven circles of hell that I went through. Let's see what he sings next.
Seeing that during this time the island had almost completely disappeared beyond the horizon, Beale turned to his interlocutor and, looking at her slyly and mysteriously, asked in an equally intriguing tone:
- It's all good, Miss Angelina. But one thing is not clear to me. How did you find out about the secret agreement between this guy and the governor about their dirty dealings? I saw sincere amazement in Haig’s eyes and voice. He was sure that no one in the world except the two of them knew about this.
The girl smiled.
- Is it possible not to answer? Let this remain my secret.
Bill was confused. He had no doubt that she would answer. Angelina noticed his embarrassment.
- Well... No, no... That's your right. I have no right to insist here. And even more so, force someone to answer or order. I thought that we had become such close friends that there were no secrets between us now, and there never would be.
This answer made the girl think.
“You’re probably right, Bill...” she said thoughtfully. “If I revealed my secret in the palace, not only to the king, but also to his numerous retinue, and told about my unique gift, then why should I, stupid, hide it from you, Bill?” Excuse me... I'm wrong...
The captain raised his eyebrows.
-What gift are you talking about? What do you have in mind?
Angelina looked slyly at her friend, sighed playfully, and told him about the time she uncovered a plot against the king. Which saved his life.
“I used this unique gift of mine once, while a prisoner in Haig’s house. I don’t know why, but one day he came close to me, with some paper in his hands. Apparently he wrote it recently and didn’t have time to hide it. And on the way he went into the room in which I was imprisoned. Well... - The girl hesitated. It was clear that she did not want to talk about all the details of that story. “Seeing the paper in his hands, I immediately remembered that secret letter, the text of which I had once spied. And she saved the king. And in the case of Haig, I immediately assumed that this paper could be important. I couldn’t lose such a wonderful opportunity to try to look into what was written. I was sure that what I read could help me break free. Yes, I managed, and seized the moment to look at the text at least for a moment, for one moment. But then, alas, it didn’t give me anything. I was a captive, a slave, deprived of freedom, the opportunity to even leave my room. It didn't give me anything then. But now it came in handy... From that paper I also knew what the planter’s signature was.
Bill did not take his eyes off our heroine.
- You are amazing, Miss Angelina... You are extraordinary... I like you more and more...
He hugged his beloved and hugged him tightly...
"Lime" continued to rush forward with all sails towards the shores of England.

Episode five
Lady Molly Campbell was accustomed to the fact that, moving along the palace corridors familiar to her, she met people on whose faces there was a glow of confidence and firmness. Actually, it couldn’t have been any other way. After all, those present here were precisely those to whom the expression “the mighty of this world” applies. With rare exceptions, there were just such people at court. They felt at home here. This explains the confidence in their looks, in their gait, in everything.
The gentleman who now crossed the lady's path clearly stood out from this circle. By the way he hesitantly walked along the long corridor of the palace, how he turned his head in confusion and looked around, trying to look at everything around him, how he peered into the faces of the people he met along the way, one could easily determine that he was here for the first time. There was a feeling that he wanted to ask someone something, but couldn’t bring himself to do it.
The always confident and determined lady wanted to help this poor fellow. She just thought that she would probably come up to him and ask how she could help him, just like she did, seeing her, and as if recognizing her, or deciding that she was the one from whom he could ask what he had in mind , walked towards her with a more decisive step.
“I beg your pardon, madam,” he began fussily, “but could you tell me where I could find Duke William Jacobson?” I definitely need to find him and give him the letter. Important letter.
And with embarrassment he began to twirl the scroll, which until that time he had been holding in his hands.
The lady looked with interest at the stranger standing in front of her from head to toe. Not only an experienced intriguer, but also a socialite, she did not miss the opportunity to make acquaintances with interesting people who could be useful to her in the future. This tall, stately, fit and quite attractive gentleman deserved to attract attention. The business acumen of the experienced intriguer told her that this handsome man could be useful to her not only as an object of love interest. Judging by the costume and manners, it was not difficult to guess that in front of her was none other than the sea captain! And she would not be able to make friends with representatives of such a profession who could be useful to her in her dark affairs in the future. True, the costume, which was clearly not as brilliant as the outfits that she had seen around the court, showed obvious provincialism, but this did not bother the lady. This was understandable. Salted by the fresh sea wind and the spray of sea waves, sea captains should not think about white collars and lace cuffs. At sea, their thoughts must be occupied by something completely different. She was irritated by a certain femininity and antics of certain representatives of the stronger sex at court. And in this captain one could feel masculinity and dignity. This could not help but fascinate her.
True, now, having found himself in an unfamiliar environment, he was clearly, if not confused, then embarrassed. Therefore, the lady happily decided to take the opportunity to meet this handsome guy.
- Of course, I'll help you! I will certainly take you to the count! Who are you? What papers do you want to give to the Duke?
- I am the captain, madam. And the papers... The papers are a letter, madam... True, it is completely unusual. But I have absolutely no time, madam. Please ask me, but take me quickly to His Lordship. It's time for my ship to set sail. I'm in a hurry.
- Yes of course. Let's go. Follow me! But you intrigued me... Why is this letter unusual?
The lady continued her journey through the labyrinths of the palace corridors, the captain, walking alongside, tried to find the right words to answer the question asked of him.
- Well... I don’t know how to say it... You see... I’m not just a captain, but the captain of a slave ship. Usually I deliver goods to Barbados, sell slaves to the planters there, receive hard cash from them, and that’s how I live. The rest doesn't bother me. Among the slaves there are not only Africans. Alas, there are our compatriots. Tramps, thieves, homeless people of all kinds. Usually they resignedly surrender themselves to the mercy of circumstances. They resign themselves to their fate. But this time I came across a very unusual captive. She swore to me that she was not a criminal, but a noble lady! She asked me to give this letter to Duke William Jacobson. He says that as soon as he finds out that I am a slave in Barbados, he will certainly send people for me! For them to set me free. And for the fact that I give him this letter, he will generously reward me! I don’t really believe in the words of that ragged woman. But still. If the Duke pays me hard cash for delivering this paper to him, then that will suit me perfectly! I'm in a hurry, madam. So I want to get this over with as soon as possible.
If the captain had not looked ahead of himself, but at that time looked at the face of the lady accompanying him, he would certainly have noticed how a shadow of concern ran across her face. And her step became slower.
- Is that so? – Molly responded with concern. - What kind of lady is this? Do you know her name?
- Certainly! She repeated it so many times that I couldn’t help but remember it. This is a certain Angelina Bronte...
The lady stopped abruptly. There was everything on her face and in her eyes now: surprise, concern, confusion, and even fear! But this moment of weakness of the experienced intriguer lasted only a moment. She was found immediately. She hit herself on the forehead.
- God! How I forgot! The Duke was away on urgent business!
It was strange to look at the captain. He was terribly confused.
- How so?! “He didn’t know what to say.” - Will he be back soon? I don’t have time to wait for him at all! Absolutely...
“I’m afraid it won’t be soon...” The lady’s face radiated sincere sympathy. “I talked to him before he left. He assured me that important things awaited him. And if he doesn’t get it done by evening, they won’t be back until tomorrow.
The captain froze, not knowing what to say to this.
- But don't worry! You can deliver the letter to the Duke through me! He and I are best friends! He trusts me completely! I will definitely give him your paper!
- Yes... But... - The captain was so dejected that he didn’t know what to say. “I was hoping to get hard cash for my troubles...
The lady sighed with relief and allowed herself to laugh.
- There’s no way to stand behind this, captain! I'm telling you that the Duke and I are friends! I will now pay you any amount you name, and then we will settle accounts with the Duke. Come with me!

Episode six
- Oh, it took me a long time to get to you, Mr. Beam! Oh, it's a long time! But I hope all my efforts will be rewarded! But I will experience true pleasure when I watch how this scoundrel suffers here! Perhaps I will buy it from you. To personally give her the life that this scoundrel deserves. But first I want to take a look at her. How she falls from fatigue under the scorching rays of the local merciless sun! And how your guards whip her just as mercilessly on the back, Mr. Beam! Well, give me such pleasure! Hurry up! I ask you to!
- I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about yet, but let’s go to my office. We'll discuss everything there. Come on in.
James Beam escorted the guest into the office and offered him a chair. She sprawled imposingly in it. Emotions overwhelmed her. It was clear that the lady, although tired from the journey, was in excellent spirits.
- Thank you for your hospitality, my dear Mr. Bim, but I would not like to waste time on unnecessary conversations now. Better offer me not a chair in your office, but a place in your carriage, in which you and I, if you keep me company, will go to the plantations. I'm burning with impatience to look at it as soon as possible.
The owner of the office sat down at the table and cleared his throat diplomatically.
- Believe me, I am sincerely glad that my guest is in such high spirits and good spirits. But, honestly, I don’t understand what and who we’re talking about. Would you be so kind? Would you mind telling me your name? And the name of the one you really want to see.
- My name, my dear Mr. Beam, is Lady Molly Campbell. And the scoundrel... And your slave, who interests me, is called Angelina Bronte!
The owner of the office's eyebrows shot up. He was clearly surprised by what he heard. But he quickly pulled himself together, immediately calmed down, but thought for a moment. The lady did not pay attention to the planter's reaction. She continued to have her head in the clouds.
- Most likely, the name of this scoundrel means nothing to you. For you she is just a slave. One of your many slaves. But for me it is special. That’s why I won’t spare money to buy it from you. Or maybe not. If the conditions of her life here are what she deserves, then there is no need to change anything. But I want to see this for myself. See everything with your own eyes. Is your security reliable? Can you guarantee that she won't run away from you?
The owner of the office smiled, leaned back in his chair, smiled again and looked slyly at the guest.
- You are very self-confident, madam. You speak as if you decide everything yourself. Why didn't you think that maybe I wouldn't want to sell it to you?
Now it’s the lady’s turn to lean back in her chair and break into an ironic grin.
- You have no idea who you are dealing with, my dear Mr. Bim. I decide everything, always and everywhere myself! Personally! So it was, so it is, and so it will be in the future! There have never been, no, and I am sure there will be no reasons or circumstances that could prevent me from living by the same principle by which I have lived all these years. So let's not waste time on empty talk. Take me immediately to this person who interests me very much.
The owner of the office thought for a long time.
- The only thing I absolutely agree with you, madam, is that she really deserves special attention to herself. Therefore, I would be grateful to you if you would help me invite another lady to look at this person. You ask me, and I ask you. We will continue talking about this person only after you write literally a couple of lines that I ask you about. Beg! Courtesy upon courtesy. Here!
With these words, Bim moved the inkwell and pen towards the lady, and placed a clean piece of paper in front of her.
- I very earnestly ask you to write the following. I dictate. I invite you to come and see for yourself the famous Angelina Bronte. Trust the bearer of this letter. He will take you to her and to me. Please sign below. And after that, lady, we'll get right into what you're talking about.
With these words, the planter walked up to the window, looked out of it and said:
- Volume! Get your horses ready!
Hearing this, the delighted guest put her signature at the end, and was about to hand the sheet to Bim, but hesitated for a minute.
- Excuse me... Who is this addressed to? And why is my signature needed at the bottom?
Moving away from the window, the owner of the office immediately went to the guest. And he did it on time. That moment while she was confused was enough for him to, with a deft movement, not take the sheet and carry it faster away from the lady. He put it in the desk drawer so quickly, locked it with a key and hid it in his pocket that even if the guest had changed her mind and decided at the last moment to snatch what she had written from the hands of the planter, she simply would not have had time to do it.
- That's good! – The owner of the office sat down in a chair, rubbed his hands with pleasure, and looked at the guest. – And now I’ll tell you about the main thing. You were so filled with anger towards Angeline Brontë, and so passionately wanted to see her as soon as possible, that you let your guard down. If you had asked the local residents in more detail about the state of affairs on the way from the harbor to my possessions, you would have learned that there are no more slaves on my plantations! No! Do not be surprised! And who do you think is the reason? Yes! The person you mentioned is named Angeline Bronte!
The listener's eyes widened in surprise.
“It is on her wise, and very humane, advice that I now practice on my plantations not slave labor, but voluntary labor!” It is much more effective than slave labor! Living freely, and receiving money for their work, and having the opportunity to relax, the productivity of workers on the plantations increased incredibly! Consequently, profits from the sale of sugar have also increased! This money is quite enough, including to pay for the labor of yesterday’s slaves, and now free people! Everyone says that there used to be a real hell here, but now it’s almost paradise! And this is all thanks to the one whom you, madam, called a scoundrel and a scoundrel! All this thanks to Angeline Bronte!
The lady was scary to look at.
- So.. Ah... - She almost stuttered. -Where is she now? What does he do?
- Now she is busy repaying past debts. Or rather, it forces those who deserve it to pay the bills. She was amazed that on the plantations the overseers mocked the honest, innocent people they loved. And scoundrels, scoundrels, intriguers and those who bring evil to people, and nothing but evil, fatten up. Not only are they not punished for their atrocities, but they continue to multiply them. They bring new grief and suffering for innocent people. So, in order to stop the rotation of this ominous den, the clever Angelina came up with tricks, thanks to the court, the criminals will be punished!
The narrator smiled, but the listener, on the contrary, became even more wary.
- Yes... Angelina is really smart... She came up with something brilliant! There is no need to capture, kidnap, or tie up villains. Forcibly deliver them to where they will serve punishment for their sins. Angelina says amazingly wise words that you need to fight scoundrels with their own methods! No! I expressed myself incorrectly! The avenger, although he does a noble deed, directing fair, I emphasize, fair, retribution on the scoundrel, but still, as it were, he himself also brings evil to his offenders. She came up with everything in such a way that the villains themselves would receive punishment in return for their villainy! Those trials and hardships that the villains have prepared for their victims, they will receive themselves! Brilliant! Very fair! Very!
The owner of the office looked at the guest even more closely.
- You, madam, sprayed such poison from your very first words uttered within these walls. You so wanted this poor thing, who had already suffered so much because of your intrigues, to again endure suffering and torment on the plantations. Under the scorching sun as you burn. And under the warden's whip. If you so passionately desire this, then I will give you such pleasure, madam. If you so desire the status of a slave for an innocent girl and are worried that she will not run away, then I am now giving you this status! And I assure you that I will do everything so that you do not run away anywhere! Volume! Visit me!
The window was open. Tom must have heard this call. It was clear that he would soon appear at the door. The lady had a minute at her disposal that she could not help but use.
- You don’t understand who you’re dealing with... You don’t realize what you’re doing... You can disturb such a hive that you’ll bitterly regret it later...
The lady didn't speak. She literally filtered every word through her teeth, as if through a thick sieve. Venom dripped from her every word.
In response to this, Bim only smiled.
- Angelina said that if she sees repentance in her offender, she can forgive her. But if the one who brought her so much grief boils with anger and strives to bring even more grief, then there is no point in feeling sorry for such a soulless and incorrigible person. Looking at you now, and knowing how much grief you brought to Angelina, I not only am not afraid of your words, but I am also filled with even firmer confidence to make your punishment here such that you not only will not do evil anymore, but will also order future generations do what you did from now on!
At this time, the door slammed and the strong figure of a tall, big man stood on the threshold.
- Obeying, sir!
- Listen to me carefully, Tom! In the person of this lady appeared the fiend of hell that we had been waiting for a long time! And you, and John, and everyone else already know what to do. This is a rare case when I forget about the kindness that this lady in no way deserves, and give you complete freedom of action! Do what you did under Haig! And let her see that nearby people work freely, without shouts, without prodding, without bondage, without lashes! So that this... This... - Bim stood up, his eyes filled with anger. “I understood that good people live in peace and harmony.” And those who have brought evil to people all their lives must experience on their own thrice lousy skin what evil is! Suffering himself, he must understand... He must realize!!! The truth must reach his bones that the boomerang can sooner or later return to you and your evil will strike you! All! Take her away! And watch her like the apple of your eye! So that, God forbid, she doesn’t run away! I'll raise your salary! But this fiend of hell must certainly experience the same thing that Angelina once endured here. I saw everything then personally, with my own eyes. I remember her compassion. So now I have no pity for this person, and never will! Everyone, take her away!
The lady was scary to look at. Everywhere and always she felt like the one who was in charge of everyone and everything. Now, looking at the mutilation in the planter’s gaze, she realized that for the first time she found herself in a situation where everything and everyone did not depend on her. Previously, she herself controlled the destinies of others. Now everything has started to happen exactly the opposite. From this moment on, her fate is in the power of other people...

Episode seven
The hot tropical sun did its best not to lose face and confirm its bad reputation. It burned mercilessly, incinerating with its rays both the vast sugar plantations on the vast island of Barbados and the backs of those who worked on them.
Among them was a slave who clearly stood out among all the other plantation workers. If they had the opportunity to rest at any time they saw fit, and quench their thirst at any moment they wished, but this slave was obliged to work without breaks. Only occasionally did the guard assigned to her allow her to drink. This moment also served as a short rest for her. Then she had to work tirelessly. If she did not work quickly and well enough, the overseer allowed himself to push her forward with a rude shout, and sometimes use a whip.
At first this caused her to protest violently. But seeing that her protests lead to nothing, but only bring her additional painful blows, the slave resigned herself to the situation. She simply had no other choice. She had no choice but to work, work, and work some more.
It was not only the warden's harsh treatment that caused her discomfort and suffering. Unaccustomed not only to hard work, but to any kind of work at all, this woman had a very hard time enduring the current physical stress. Her snow-white, delicate hands were not used to the handle of the sickle with which she cut the sugar cane. Therefore, the bloody calluses gave her the same pain as her back, burned and wounded from the lashes.
From the outside, the work of this unusual slave looked unusual. There were many workers in the fields. None of them had a supervisor, no one commanded them, they worked voluntarily. Only near this one and only slave there is always an overseer who constantly followed her.
In the distance, a stroller appeared on the dusty road.
- Master! – I listened to whispers among the workers.
Driving past working people, Bim loudly greeted them, they greeted him back, and immediately continued to work, thereby showing their conscientious attitude towards their duties. Someone shouted after him:
- Thank you, owner, for your kind attitude towards us! After what happened under Haig, now it’s like we’re in heaven! Thank you, owner!
The others immediately picked up this courageous impulse of the daredevil, and after the stroller a polyphonic voice was heard: “Thank you!”
The slave heard all this. A grimace of anger distorted her face, but she continued to work, realizing that if she stopped, the warden would immediately use the whip.
The carriage stopped next to her.
- Hello, John! – She heard a voice that was familiar and so hateful to her. - I brought you a replenishment! Now you will look after the two. Explain to the new employee what and how she should do. And then you will look after her, just like you look after this lady. So eager to see Angeline Brontë suffer. This new girl was also choking on poison, pouring out promises to arrange a hellish life for Angelina. What! Let's give her the opportunity to experience what she wanted for her former captive. Please, Mrs. Let me help you get out of the stroller. No one will help you anymore. From now on, you will do everything yourself.
It was scary to look at the woman who got off the wheelchair. To say that she was paralyzed by what she saw was an understatement! She was so shocked that she was speechless! A lot of time passed before she was able to barely squeeze out any words:
- Mother of God! Molly! Is that you?! “She had difficulty finding words. They got stuck in her throat, parched from excitement and surprise. - What are you doing here? In this form... With this terrible sickle in his hands... Should I believe my eyes?!
The slave was no less surprised than the one who was now looking at her with such shock.
- A... How did you end up here? – She answered the question with a question.
The old woman's gaze became even more surprised:
- Have mercy! So you yourself invited me here! They sent a man for me with a note. I, of course, immediately followed after him. So he brought me here... I thought I would see a fugitive here... Where is this scoundrel? Where is she?
Hearing this, Bim shook his head sadly.
- God! How right Angelina was when she said that there are incorrigible people. Those who do not know that in the world there are such things as repentance, repentance... I think we are doing everything right, John, punishing these people. Get ready! You'll soon have more fun! These two will also be accompanied by someone... Wait! I forgot... I'll look at the list now.
He took a sheet of paper folded in four from his pocket, unfolded it, and began to read.
- This is a certain Catherine Laird, Harry Barnes... However, what can we say about this now? You will see everything for yourself later. Keep an eye on these two for now. Here is a tool for a new girl.
With these words, the planter took a sickle from the carriage and handed it to yesterday's abbess.
- Take it, madam.
She looked with eyes full of horror, first at the sickle, then at the one who was holding it out to her.
- Are you... Are you kidding? What... What's going on? Molly! Where have you called me? What does all of this mean? What have you gotten me into?! Explain immediately!!!
When the carriage began to move away from the scene of events, the workers remaining on the plantation witnessed a marvelous, unusual spectacle for these places. Two slaves grabbed each other's hair, fought furiously, cursed at each other, and even kicked each other!

Episode eight
- Finally, my dear, I’ve been waiting for you! Because of you, I had no peace here either! Glad to see you, my child! I'm sincerely glad!
Viscountess Gloria Cloud was sincerely glad to see Angelina. She hugged the girl like a mother and kissed her.
- And I'm glad to see you, my lady! I'm sincerely glad! Why do you say that because of me you had no peace? In what sense? How can I understand you?
- Yes, you understand, honey! Some people here have asked over and over again where you are and when you will return. All I had to do was answer that as soon as I found out that you had returned to London again, that you would be at court again, I would immediately let them know about it. When they told me this morning that you had returned and were now here in the palace, I immediately sent my people to fetch them. After all, these gentlemen told me at which hotel each of them stayed. They were waiting for your return. So I tied them. They're already here. Would you like me to take you to them?
Angelina looked at the Viscountess with eyes wide in surprise.
- Have mercy! Who are you talking about?! If anyone should have been waiting for me, it would have been Thomas Day. The young man who saved my life in Barbados. Then he rescued me from slavery and helped me escape from the island... And who else are you talking about, I can’t imagine...
- Now you will see everything. Let's go, my dear, let's go!
The Viscountess led the girl along the palace corridors and led her into a room where two gentlemen were sitting. Hearing the noise and seeing those entering, they immediately jumped up from their seats.
Angelina immediately recognized both...
The first was the one she expected to see. Volume. And second…
The last thing she expected was to sit here and now. It was Edward Bloomfield...
It was an amazingly unusual moment! It was clear that both were barely restraining themselves from rushing forward and enveloping her in their arms. From their glowing faces, from their burning eyes, it was completely clear that each of them was overwhelmed with the desire to speak to her as quickly as possible. But, apparently, both have already managed to get acquainted and understand that both of them are not strangers to Angelina. Both understood what was happening. That’s why they stood now, frozen, like statues, giving the girl the right to choose...
From the faces of these usually strong and courageous, but now a little confused and unsure of themselves, men, it was clear that each of them passionately wanted her to give up the choice in his favor. There was so much love, tenderness, passion and ardor in the gaze of each of them that the girl was seriously confused.
Everything was so unusual and emotional that she felt weak in her legs. She tiredly collapsed onto a nearby chair and buried her face in her open palms, not knowing what to do. Tom did so much for her. She owes him a lot. She owes him her very life. And in bed with him it was also so good that she would like to continue this fairy tale...
But Edward was just as desirable to her heart. For her, he was her first love, her first man. She remembered us so often... She so wanted to see him again... And here he is... What to do? What should I do?
Now they are both waiting for her to offer her hand and heart to one of them. Or rather, she will be ready to accept all this from one of them. But now she also has Bill Kelly in her life! Who also did so much for her! With whom she feels good now! In every sense of the word! Both in bed and in life! He's helping her so much now!
Just then the door opened and the Viscountess entered.
- Please forgive me... Understanding the unusualness of the moment, I quietly slipped out of the room, leaving you alone. But then I came across another gentleman who is looking for you, Miss Angelina. I understand that you are very beautiful, and you simply cannot help but like men. I myself turned many heads in my youth. But, to be honest, I was far from achieving such success as yours... Here it is, Mister. Come on in. And I'll leave you alone.
With these words, she quietly scurried out of the room like a mouse, and entered... Who did you think?! Bill Kelly!!!
The moment the Viscountess entered, the girl immediately jumped up from her chair. But now, seeing Beal, her whole body collapsed back to its original place...
Feelings overwhelmed her. She wanted to not just take it and start kissing and hugging all these people. Everyone! All three! At that moment she caught herself thinking, which at first seemed seditious and terrible to her. She wanted to be in bed with all these men! Everyone at once! Yes! Right away! Not in turn, secretly from the others, to visit the bed of each of them, but so that they all at once, at the same time, give her caresses, satisfy her! And she reciprocated their feelings!
She was frightened by this very thought! She understood perfectly well that under no circumstances would she not only offer this to them, but would not even give a hint about such a proposal, striking in its obscenity.
But at the same time, she imagined over and over again how wonderful it would be if all of them at once, at the same time, satisfied her. To all three places known to her, which would at the same time bring her triple pleasure. They were all baking lovers. But each of them had its own zest that the others did not have. And she wanted to have everything that she had already learned with them. Without all this, any intimacy with anyone would not bring her complete pleasure. Greatest pleasure! God! How wonderful it would be if this happened!
But the next moment she drove away this obsession, realizing that this, most likely, could not be realized in life. Not implemented under any circumstances.
She stood up sharply and looked at all three.
They, in turn, did not take their eyes off her.
“Please understand me correctly...” She began very carefully, as if she was afraid to speak. – Recently, I have been in such terrible and hopeless situations that not everyone could survive what I experienced. Both mentally and physically. Don't break down or lose your mind. But in all these cases, I was embarrassed not only by the stone walls of the dungeon or monastery, which served as my prison, not only by the exhausting work on the plantations and everything else. I was very depressed and disarmed by the fact that there were only evil and unkind people around. There were a lot of them! And at the same time there was not at least one, just one, who would lend me a helping hand. There was no defender. Now I am overwhelmed with emotions and joy that I have three defenders at once!
Angelina walked up to everyone, took each one by the hand, led them to the center of the room, formed a circle, took them by the hands, looked into their eyes.
- Each of you has done so much for me. I am so grateful to each of you. I want to kiss each of you for what you have done for me. Let me kiss you! Ask! Don't get me wrong! But I have endured so much grief and suffering that let me, at least for a moment, experience moments of happiness and joy. I'm feeling festive right now! I believe, I really hope that everything is behind me, that there will be only happiness and joy ahead in my life. God! How blessed is this moment! How happy I am now! After the grief that I experienced, no one has the right to judge me for the outburst of my feelings! And for the fact that I will kiss you all now!
Angelina's emotions were transmitted to all three men. With such sincerity, warmth and affection, she kissed each and every one, so passionately pressed them to her small, tender, trembling breast, that the fire that raged in her was involuntarily transmitted to them.
They answered her in kind. Her kisses and hugs became more and more frank and passionate. And them too. She was so turned on that she didn’t just want what she had recently thought of as something unreal to become a reality! What does it have to do with! Right now! This very minute!
She took any hands reaching out to her, indiscriminately, not knowing who they belonged to, and put them on her cheeks, neck, chest...
She didn't yet know what could happen next. Now she enjoyed the bliss of that moment, which Fate, having finally approached her, gave her at that moment. She enjoyed this minute, these moments... She enjoyed life...
She understood that she still had a lot of things to do. That there will be a lot of trouble. But now she didn't want to think about them. Now she wanted to revel in happiness. Now, in these thrice blissful and pleasant moments for her, she was truly happy...

The story about “The Seductress from Flint” was written on November 4, 2023, in the UK, in North Wales, in the town of Flint, 135 Bolingbroke Street.



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