People Who Hates Happiness for Anthony

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~ Anthony Bridgerton ~ 

[Anthony Bridgerton]

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39. My muse is kidnapped and
yours has to pay the ransom.

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It had been quite an ambush. Word of Anthony returning to his country estate was not secret knowledge. It was news that spread as much as any departure of a nobleman would. But it would seem, that the wrong group of a handful of men caught wind of it . . . and decided to act upon it. For on his way, Anthony had suddenly become surrounded by four other men, armed with muskets and daggers. Anthony, obviously aware that the odds were not in his favour and held no weapon of his own . . . gave in.

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It was mere moments after that he was consumed with darkness and the next time he opened his eyes . . . the blackness remained. Well, partially. He had a bag over his head and his hands were tied tightly behind him over a chair. His feet were also bound and he attempted to fight the rope but to no avail. He could taste blood in his mouth and felt throbbing in his head and jaw. Most likely from where they had hit him until he was unconscious. This, was how Anthony Bridgerton remained for the next couple or so days. He was losing track of time.

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Fear was a natural result, but it only intensified when the day came where he heard one of them say "The one we demanded, she is bringing the required amount." That was when Anthony felt true fear and panic as he pulled against the binds, only causing the rope to further dig into his swollen wrists, but he could not help it. He assumed that they were keeping him here for ransom, and the bag over his head meant that they did not initially plan to kill him. But still. Hearing that they had involved his family . . . and clearly demanded a specific one of them come, made him more afraid than ever before as it was not his life he now worried about.

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It was hers. Whoever she was. It could be his mother, Daphne, Eloise, Francesca . . . they would dare not demand Hyacinth to be the one to bring it. It did not matter. Anthony yelled in anger at them, demanding that they not harm her and that they would not get away with this. His voice was hoarse from the lack of drink and food, and this not being the first time he had used his voice, but adrenaline pumped through his veins, fearful of what this meant. But it was not long after that the men returned to where they were keeping him; telling him that should he try anything, they would kill him and his sister.

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Sister. They made the demand of one of his sisters. How positively vile of them. But Anthony did not argue. The rope was cut from his ankles and wrists, the instant relief felt but his wrists were almost immediately replaced with more rope. He could feel the barrel of a musket pressed at his back, the sack remaining over his head, his heart beating so rapidly in his chest that he felt it was going to burst, as he was being pushed towards an unknown destination where the exchange would take place.