Bridget's heart raced as the grimy men came up to her.<em>Oh dear god please help me.</em>She thought as she trembled.<em>I'm such an idiot! I never should have left the palace.</em><br/><br/>Bridget flinched when the first man, the one who had spoken raised his hand and pulled back her hood. He looked to his partner with an evil grin. "It appears we've got ourselves a palace mouse." he chuckled. "What's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?" he asked Bridget touching her face tenderly. Bridget's stomach tied up in knots at his touch and she felt herself going to be sick.<br/><br/>"Don't touch me!" She hissed and raised her hand to slap the man. But the man caught her wrist and clenched it tightle. Bridget cried out in pain and fell to her knees while he held her hand above her hand.<br/><br/>"Hold still." he ordered angrily.