Oh, good God, what is that ringing?

You attempt to cover your ears, but pain floods your body.

I can't move, why can't I move?

You try to yell, "Mmmm, nuugh."

"Oi look I t'ink she's waking up'

Was that Irish? That can't be a good sign...

"I think you hit her a lil too hard mate, she's been out for two days."

"Shut it, that bitch bit me hard. 'Sides, was much easier to get her here while she was out."

Two days? You force your eyes open, squinting as the light hits them. You wince, your head is pounding, and your ears are still ringing.

"Go get Colm, tell him she's up."

You hear someone leave. You blink to clear your vision trying to take note of your surroundings.

Pounding head and no idea where I am. Probably got hit good on the head.

No broken bones? Guess I didn't put up that much of a fight.

Extremely thirsty? I've been out a while. What did they say, two days?

Can't move? Gonna take a wild guess and say I'm not their guest.

"Welcome back t' the land of the living."

You squint and see a man sat on a chair. You're in a tent, not much different from the ones your gang used.

...Your gang...

Images come flooding back. Your argument with Arthur. The hunting trip with Charles. Charles on the ground.

You feel yourself starting to panic, you struggle against your bonds despite the pain.

"Let me go, please." You gasp for air, but you can't get enough.

The man in the chair leans forward and smiles. "S'matter sweetheart?"

"Ppp-lease, I can't b-breath." You start to cry as your heart begins to pound.

I'm going to die, and this asshole is the last thing I see.

The tent flap is thrown aside.

"The fuck is going on in here!? "

The man on the chair jumps to his feet, clearly fearful of the man's presence.

"S-She...she...woke up Colm. Just started acting like that."

He shoves him aside and crouches in front of you. You're still gasping for breath as you meet his eyes.

"She's having a goddamn panic attack! Get her some water!" He shrugs off his jacket and drapes it around your shoulders as best he can around your bonds.

"Shhh, just breathe. Watch me. In and out."

You match his words and begin to feel oxygen match his words.

"There you go, just like that. Good."

"Please let me go." You whisper, still crying but able to breathe.

Colm frowns at you before standing. "Sorry kiddo, no can do. Yer too valuable. But don't worry, we ain't gonna hurt ya."

The man returns with the water handing it to Colm. You recognize him as the man who knocked you out. You glare at him hoping you can return the favor some time.

"Here drink this, you've been out a while." He holds the water to your mouth.

You hesitate, not wanting to cooperate with O'Driscolls. But God you were thirsty, so you gulp it down quickly. Spilling it down your chin.

"Easy there, don't choke." Colm wipes the water from your chin gently. His eyes never leaving yours. You look away, feeling even more vulnerable in your current state.

You'd never met Colm before, but you'd had a couple of run-ins with a few of his men. Usually ending in them getting killed. You knew him and Dutch had history and therefore so did Arthur. You'd heard about Annabelle from Hosea and knew Dutch had killed Colm's brother. You began to worry if you were the next step in their retaliation.

"So, Y/N, I s 'pose you know who I am already but maybe not why you're here."

You meet his eyes, glaring as best you can despite your headache. "Not at all, I thought we were gonna braid each other's hair and playhouse."

Colm chuckles. "I can see why Morgan likes you, you're a real firecracker."

You audibly growl at the mention of Arthur's name.

"You're here because Dutch took someone from me. Someone valuable."

"Only because you killed Annabelle!"

"Is that what he told you? That I killed her first?" He smirks.

"Who gives a shit who killed who first!? The way I see it you're even!"

His smile widens. "Not quite, you see Y/N your dear leader Dutch robbed me blind when you all fled to Blackwater and I'm betting he'd only be willing to return it if he has a reason too. Since he has no one left I'll settle for his golden boy's lover."

You paled, if Dutch had taken the money to Blackwater there was no way of getting it back. None of you could go back there or you'd hang. You'd no doubt Arthur would risk it for you, but the thought filled you with dread.

"You've got the wrong girl, Dutch doesn't even like me. He'll never give up the money."

Colm doesn't seem too upset by this revelation still smiling as he turns to leave

He stops at the entrance to the tent before adding over his shoulder. "Then I guess you were right, we are even. He can keep the money, I'll keep you."

One week has passed since you woke up in the O'Driscoll's camp. You knew you were far from the gang as you'd seen the mountains in the distance when you'd been allowed out to pee. From the landscape, you judged you were somewhere in New Hanover.

The men had kept their word and not harmed you, but their lecherous stares made you feel like a prey animal trapped by a predator. Just waiting for them to decide when they'd had enough and eat you. Colm had kept his distance since the first day, directing the men to put you to work but never speaking with you directly. You'd been hobbled like a horse to keep you from running and were always accompanied by someone, your mind constantly spins with plans of escape.

You were busy washing the dishes one evening when Colm and a few of his men returned cheering.

"Get the whiskey boys we're celebrating!"

You sighed, knowing this meant another night of cleaning up after drunk men. Setting down the dishes you lifted your skirts and walked as best you could back to your tent. Keiron, a young boy takes with your 'chaperoning' followed closely behind.

"G 'night miss." He called as you crawled in, ignoring him completely and knowing he'd be outside your tent till morning.

Sighing you lay back and close your eyes, imagining you're back in Blackwater with Arthur. Before things, all went to shit. Arthur would crawl right alongside you, wrapping his arms around you until all you could feel was him. The memory makes you weep, as it did most nights. Burning your face in your pillow you cry yourself to sleep.

"Get out of the way kid, there's a lady in there that needs to be taught a lesson."

"Colm said no one's to touch her!" Kieron's voice pulls you from your sleep.

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Now MOVE!" you hear a body hit the ground and suddenly your tent flaps are thrown open.

A scarred smile and glazed eyes meet yours as your quickly shuffle back to getaway.

"There y'are girly. Think I'd forget what you did to my hand? Hasn't been right since can't even rub myself properly because of it. Guess that means you're gonna have to do it for me."

A wave of nausea rolls over you at the thought, you kick out and begin to scream. One hand muzzles you, the other grabs you roughly, his hips pin you as he crawls on top of you.

"Morgan really does like em feisty. He really needed to fuck some manners into you though. Don't worry I'll break ye in for him." He fumbles with his jeans.

Your eyes widen as you realize you're pinned. Legs and arms try thrashing, your hips attempting to buck him off.

He leans and licks your neck before growling in your ear, the smell of alcohol thick.

"If you don't keep still ill knock you out again, I don't care if you're awake for this."

You try to scream through his hand shaking, your head violently hoping to head butt him.

"DARRON, you sick bastard!" A voice roars as the man on top of you is dragged backward.

Shooting up and scrambling quickly out of the tent you trip on your hobbles and shuffle back as quickly as possible. Stopping as your back hits a tree. Colm is holding the man by the hair as he kneels at his feet.

"I told you she's not to be harmed!" Colm yells, with an enthusiastic tug of the man's hair.

"OW! Jaysus Colm I only wanted t' have some fun.' The man grins at you.

Anger bubbles over in you and you push yourself to your feet, lunging at the man.

"I'll fucking kill you! " you scream arms ready to choke him.

Kieron swoops in stopping you. Colm sighs looking from you to the man at his feet. He reaches to his holster pulls out his gun and...

BANG

Darron falls limp to the floor, his blood and skull littering the floor.

You fall silent, mouth open staring at the body, Kieron seems shocked too, his body going limp around you.

"Clean up this mess, parties over boys." Colm wipes his hands on a handkerchief.

He steps towards you, but you can't stop staring at the body.

"Keiron, take Miss Y/N to my tent. She stays with me tonight."

You're still in shock at Darron's death (no murder), unable to move.

You drag your eyes to meet his. "Wha-...W-Why did you...?"

"He broke the rules, he touched my things."

You swallowed staring back at the body. You don't even realize Keiron is moving you.

"C'mon Miss." His voice is shaking.

He guides you to Colm's tent and sits you on the bed. You're numb, only able to stare at the floor.

"I'm sorry about tonight. Try to get some sleep". You nod, not really registering anything.

Colm doesn't come to his tent that night, you're left alone staring at the floor. You don't move, just replay the scene over and over. You realize what Colm had said. The words he'd used. "He touched my things". The images swirling in your brain of Darron's exploded skull. You lean forward and vomit.

I'm going to die here...