The past few hours had been enjoyable, to say the least, for him. Victor began to exit his room freshly cleaned and dressed in a linen shirt that was dyed blue and a new pair of breeches. Sarah and Carla each kissed him slowly before giggling and running down the hallway. He grinned at the sight, but soon realized that if even two women couldn’t make the guilt go away, nothing could. He sighed at the realization and decided to head back down to the bar. Maybe drinking away his frustration would be the cure. 

As he was walking down the dimly lit hallway, he heard a scream coming from the direction he was headed. He figured it must have been one of the girls; they often were loud in the house as that what customers liked. But as he approached the area where the noise had come from, he heard a familiar, albeit muffled, voice.  [b]”Please, please, no…”[/b] 

Those words made Victor stop right in his tracks. It couldn’t be… Could it? He put his hand on the scabbard dangling from his waist as he barged into the room unannounced – something Alice was most likely used to at this point. “Bloody hell!” he shouted loudly, in shock of the sight before him. A man, a local, on top of the sweet and innocent Alice Rohan who had been halfway undressed with a knife to her throat. Vic jumped on to the bed while unsheathing his sword, and as he landed, he put the blade in front of his throat, pressing on it with slight force. His mouth went close to his ear as he spoke in an aggressive yet low tone. “Remove the blade from her neck and get off of her, slowly.” 

The man grunted at the sudden presence of Vic behind him. “This is a whore house, you pirate scum! I paid, I can do what I want!” The man yelled while he remained in the same position.
“She is not for sale, now [i]get off of her[/i],” he repeated, his voice slowly rising in volume and increasing the pressure of the sword on his neck.
The man reluctantly listened to Vic, removing the knife from Alice’s neck and rising from the bed. In a swift attempt of freeing himself from Victor, the man swung around and tried to stab him somewhere in the torso, but Victor rammed him in the head with the handle of his sword, causing the man to collapse in unconsciousness. When he confirmed the man was out, he turned his attention to Alice and sat on the bed next to her. His eyes landed on the blood dripping from her neck, and he reached out to gently touch it. “I’m so sorry, Alice. Are you hurt anywhere else?” His eyes scanned the rest of her. 

The poor thing – it was purely his fault that she was in this predicament, and it nearly broke his heart.