The Lairds Servent.

Cait woke up and found herself in a very large bed, in a place that was very much not her home. She groaned as she relized it wasnt a nightmare, and she was still bound and gagged. She struggled against the ropes for the hundreth time since they had been placed on her. Nothing gave. She stiffened as the door swung open. She silently began to pray, somthing she never did. "what do we have here" Conal said amused to see her awake. Cait cringed and stated struggling again. "Do ye want me to untie ya lass?" Cait heard the accent and couldnt believe that she was somewhere in the highlands, 'had they really rode all night, that fast' she thought, she just didnt know what to think, or what would happen. All she knew was that she had to escape before this brute violated her. Conal walked next to her and loosened the gag on her mouth, and removed it. She snarled at him, and he grinned. Conal began to untie the ropes holding her hands together, as he did she fought and punched him in the jaw. Conal was stunned and it took him a minute to recover. Cait took this oppertunity to jump off the bed and head for the door. Conal reached out and grabbed her arm and pulled her back to the bed. "ye arent goin' anywhere lassy" Conal told her, laughing at her spunkiness (for lack of a better term...) "Get your bloody hands off me you filthy highlander" Cait spat. Conal looked at her "where are ye fom?" Cait looked at him, and tried to look as noble as possible under the circumstances " I am Lord Hepburn of Castleford's youngest daughter." Conal cringed he knew what that meant, she wasnt just some milkmaid no one would miss. She was a lady, one whose life was already planned out for her. She wasnt meant for him. "Are ye betroved?" "God no!" 'There was hope' Conal thought. "why not?" Conal asked curious. " Im not going to settle down" Cait stuck her chin up defiantly and crossed her arms. "I expect to be home by tomorrow, now that you know who I am" Cait said in utter and complete seriousness. Conal began laughing quite hystericlly. "Yer not going home anytime soon lambkin" Cait's face changed from proud to furious. "What!?" "you heard me, ye are mine now" Conal replied matter-of-factly. Cait charged at the man standing in front of her, her arms flaled and she slapped, punched and clawed at Conal. Conal gently, but with strength pushed her away from him and tossed her back on to the bed. Cait snarled at him and moved toward him, but Conal grabbed her shoulders and held her down on the bed, their faces were so close to touching. It took all of Conal's strength not to kiss her. Cait had never been so close to such a handsome man. The mere proximity made her freeze, her breathing became erratic and she stared up into his stormy gray eyes. She recovered and found her senses and began to struggle in a vain attempt to get free. "What do you plan to do to me?" Conal moved his face even closer to hers, and breathed in her scent. "mmmm, what do ye think Im going to do to you?" Cait's face froze and she felt a large lump in her throat as she felt absolute terror creep into her very soul. Conal saw the fear in her eyes and it made him sick to his stomach. He let her arms go and put a good distance between them. 'how could she ever think that of him? He was a good man, an honorable man' He thought.