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Whatever she'd been given to drink had an
awful after taste. Minerva frowned. Rather, she tried to frown and it was hindered terribly by the gag tied around her head. The amount of drool was embarrassing but her mouth was being kept open and she was rational enough to be more angry at the situation than what she looked like. For the moment. Making little noises she tested out the ties at her wrists and she remembered the tea she'd been given by the new butler. Anger boiled through her veins and when she got home she was going to see him drawn and quartered.
When.
Perhaps if.
Minerva looked around the room she was in, the slightest hint of light letting her know it was little more than a closet with her stuffed into a corner. Keep calm. Keep calm.
Nope.
The first thing she did was throw her body the best she could into one of the walls, beating her feet against the ground, the heels banging against the wood. This wasn't good. The door opened and
that butler. Minerva glared at him, her hair a mess and in her saliva soaked gag. Her leg kicked out and he caught her by the ankle, dragging her from the closet. Like an angry cat she wailed and kicked her other leg until finally the clicking of a gun was heard and she snapped her eyes to another man.
"Yer worth a lot of money, Little Girl." He smiled, looking her up and down, "So play nice and
maybe you'll get to keep all yer limbs," he pointed the gun to her leg and Minerva's breath quickened. The Butler just gave the man a smirk and shook his head, looking down at Minerva for a few moments before he shrugged and continued to drag her.
"As long as you can spit out your Soon To Be Husbands kids, it doesn't matter how many limbs you have, probably prefer you with
no legs." He supplied in a helpful and disturbingly cheerful voice. Soon to be Husband? Minerva frowned, staring. She hadn't heard of any of that. One hard tug and a head bounce later and she didn't hear much else.
Waking up a few minutes later with a throbbing headache, the gag was gone and she had to struggle to keep her eyes open. Her limbs were heavy and she was only half aware of what was going on. There was a man though, she had to sort of squint to focus on him. The words were muffled and she felt her head droop down before she sat up quickly.
The Butler turned to the hired help. The transportation so that
he didn't seem like such a suspect. He'd report the Little Miss missing and be distraught and no one would be the wiser. The Mrs. was off at sea. The Mr. was doing General things. The Other Miss was doing Whatever The Hell Adhara did. It was fool proof. For now. But by the time the little Miss was married and pregnant it would be too late and he'd be long gone.
"Alright My Man," The Butler started. The guy wasn't
really well known and the scars on his hands were really weird but... What's the worst that could happen? He kill her? Be a vampire and suck her blood? He'd done his job already, one she was out of his hands he was going to raise the alarm and be gone. "She's a bit off right now, drank too much last night," He jerked his thumb over his shoulder to Minerva who was staring up at the ceiling like it was the best fireworks show ever. Even with a silly smile on her face.
"You don't have to move her
far but try to take a few days? We have an alibi for the guy buying the girl. So, you can't take fewer than five. But no longer than a week, y'hear?" The butler pinched his fingers together and rubbed them, indicating
money. "Half now, half when you get the girl to her new home. He's a collector of rare objects, hmm?" He smirked, gave his eyebrows a waggle. "You'll be a rich man this time next week."
And the Butler went to Minerva, tossed her over his shoulder like she was little more than a long pillow and walked back to the door, "Where's your horse? She's gonna be pretty high for a while."
