No, but Mr. Fuller does

"Aren't you going to beg for mercy, Charlie?" Mr. Worthington chuckled as he tossed his cravat and shirt to the grass, "Perhaps offer to sate my desires using your soft hands or your big mouth?" Charlotte knew exactly what he was talking about, from her collection of erotica she knew (in theory at least) what he was asking for. Could she perform that kind of perversion on a man that she now knew she hated? Did she even have a choice? Jason however, must have seen the anger and hatred in her glare because before she had a chance to offer that dreadful compromise, he informed her that her offer would be turned down.

"As much as I'd like to silence your foolish chattering by stuffing my cock down your throat, Lady Marlton," he told her "I don't trust you not to bite." Charlotte sensed her eyes widening in surprise, as disgusting as biting a man's penis might have been she might well have been tempted if she knew it would hurt that arrogant pig where it counted. "I'll have to tame you quite a bit before I'd trust you to suck me like the good little whore I know you'll be."

Charlotte looked around the circular chamber for something she could use as a makeshift weapon, the masonry that littered the grassy floor consisted of blocks too heavy for her to lift, and the branches looked too light and brittle to hurt him like she wanted to. If only she could get to the sword belt that lay at Worthington's feet she'd gladly run the small blade deep into his groin! He stood towering above her wearing only his woolen trousers and riding boots, she could see the combination of anger and lust in his gaze. It was clear to Charlotte that, in spite of his earlier promise, this wicked man had no intention of being gentle. Mr. Worthington might have to take care not to damage her skin where the bruising would be seen and commented on, but that left plenty of delicate flesh for him to torment.

"Take off your clothes, Charlie." The way Jason licked his lips in anticipation made Charlotte's stomach turn. "You don't want me to have to-" At first Charlotte didn't understand why Jason suddenly whirled around, but then through his legs, she saw Mr. Fuller striding rapidly across the abandoned chapel. He had a flintlock pistol in his right hand and his cutlass clutched in the other and in spite of everything she knew about him he looked like an angel sent in answer to her silent prayers.

"Get away from her!" Mr. Fuller's voice was cold and controlled and Charlotte immediately saw in him the fearsome Black Brand that her father's men had described. Charlotte tried to pull away but Jason was fast, his reaction far swifter than hers, he retreated to her side and pressed the tip of his rapier to the skin of one of her exposed breasts.

"Stop right there, or I'll run this ugly bitch through." To Charlotte's surprise Mr. Fuller did indeed come to a halt. The needle-point of Jason's court sword pierced the skin on her breast and a single drop of red blood dripped from the tiny cut and ran in a ribbon of crimson down the curve of her flesh. It hurt, but not as much as Worthington's scornful dismissal of her value.

"Get away from her, or you're a dead man." The pistol in Fuller's hand leveled off at Worthington's chest. At less that twenty feet Charlotte couldn't imagine the outlaw missing; Worthington too seemed to come to this same conclusion.

"Drop the gun, and I'll let her live." Worthington offered "You and I can settle the matter with steel."