<strong>Rachel taking her prize back to the workshop</strong><br/><br/>Rachel lead the lady to small workshop near the end of the lower deck and ignored her pleas and protests. Having arrived there, she just pushed the noblewoman down onto a large chest. She shook her head when she started about her servant once again.<strong> “I couldn’t save your servant if I wanted to. Those men were starving for pussy, had I tried taking her away as well they likely would have taken all three of us by force.”</strong>She sheathed her sword.<strong> “One of you was going to get ravaged and I’d imagine you’d prefer it to be her, virginal or not?” </strong>She pulled a wool cloak from above the workbench and handed it to the woman, to cover her half-torn garments with.<br/><br/><strong>“I’m not entirely sure you’re completely in the clear already. It’ll be a long time before we reach port and the sight of your flesh will have made their blood boil. The might decide they want a taste of you as well once they tire of your servant girl.”</strong>She shrugged.<strong>“I suppose we will deal with that when the problem arises.” </strong>She crouched down in front of Georgiana and looked at her intently.<strong>“One thing though… cause me trouble and I’ll take that pretty head of yours myself, I don’t care if I lose the ransom in the process. Play along nicely and <em>maybe</em> I can keep you safe until your father is able to pay your ransom.”</strong>Rachel was surprised, the woman didn’t seem as terrified as she had imagined her to be, she seemed more affronted and deeply insulted by the way the men had treated her, not truly afraid at her ordeal. That would change quickly if some of the ruffians got their hands on her proper…<br/>