The Princess's Bride

The Princess's Bride by KT Grant

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to."
    Jimmy opened his mouth to respond when the door slammed open. Dread and Martin stood there with their guns and sabres raised in the air.
    "Drop your weapons!" Dread walked through the open doorway with her gun trained on the siblings. Jimmy dropped his pencil and lifted his hands while his sister flapped her arms out to her sides and stamped her foot.
    "How did you find us?" she asked, crossing her arms and moping.
    Dread had always thought Judie had a pretty pout, and had fallen for it one time too many, but this time she wouldn't. "You really thought you could outwit me, my dear? I'm C.W.
    Dread, the fierce lady pirate and scourge of the high seas. You should know by now you can't trick me."
    "She got you there, sis." Jimmy nodded.
    "Shut up you ass!" His sister kicked him hard in the leg, and Jimmy bent over in pain.
     
    Dread held back a groan. "You two need to—"
    Jimmy grabbed a long hunting knife out of his satchel and threw it straight at Dread's head. She ducked as it flew by, then pulled the trigger on her pistol and shot Jimmy in the knee.
    He fell to the floor, screaming in pain and clutching his leg.
    "My leg! You cunt!" he yelled, rocking.
    "Bitch!" Judie rushed toward Dread, but Martin grabbed her by the waist and dug his pistol into the back of her head.
    "I would love nothing more than to shoot you in the brains, missy, so don't give me any reason to." Martin cocked his trigger and Judie stopped struggling.
    Dread nodded at Martin, pulling out a chair. "Help your brother up and into this chair."
    She motioned for Martin to release her. Judie rubbed her arms as if she were in pain.
    "Mister Martin, please check and see if our bounty is still breathing. I wouldn't put it past these two to have smothered her to death. Also untie her."
    "On it, Captain." Martin backed up with his gun still trained on the table as he knelt down to feel the woman's pulse. He moved his hand up over her mouth to check for her breath.
    "She's breathing pretty well, Captain." Martin turned Daisy to the side and untied the knotted rope.
    Dread smiled and motioned with her gun at Judie, who stood there brooding while her brother continued to moan in pain. "What are you waiting for? Help your brother into the chair."
    Judie mumbled curses as she pulled him up under his arms. Jimmy didn't say a word, just wiped his brow as sweat poured down his face. He sat down heavily on the chair that creaked under his weight.
    "Captain, I ain't doin' so well. I need a doctor," Jimmy whined.
     
    Dread rolled her eyes. "You should be glad I didn't shoot you in the face." Dread grabbed the satchel and rooted through it. She found some extra rope and threw it on the table. "Now, Judie. I want you to tie your brother to the chair. Tightly. I will be checking the knots."
    Judie grabbed the rope and sneered at Dread. She wrapped it around Jimmy's waist and arms and tied him to the back of the chair. When she was done, she wiped her hands and stood twirling her hair.
    Dread checked the knots and nodded. "You were always good at tying knots, Judie."
    Dread rammed her pistol into the center of her chest. "Now sit down next to Jimmy."
    Judie opened her mouth to complain, but before she could get one word out, Dread had placed the pistol into her mouth and cocked the trigger. She raised an eyebrow and held up both her hands and quickly sat down. Jimmy sat there, sobbing and babbling under his breath.
    "Mister Martin, please pick up the lady and ride ahead to the ship. I will finish here."
    Martin nodded and carefully picked up Daisy. "You are certain you can handle these two?"
    Dread pulled out her sabre and pointed it at the siblings. Their eyes went wide, and the Judie chewed on a thumbnail.
    "If you are not on the ship in two hours, I'm coming back here," Martin promised.
    Dread patted him on the shoulder and went to pull the sack off the woman, but stopped at the last moment. "Make sure to take this burlap off her head so she can breathe easily as you

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