Malcolm kicked Tuck one more time, and he straightened up, flicking his hair.
"Don't-" Tuck was one big bruise and everything was pain. He could hardly speak, and still he tried to reach out for Malcolm's trouser leg. "Please don't take her," Tuck begged, his voice hardly above a whisper. "Don't do this-"
Malcolm pulled his leg out of Tuck's reach. "Fuck all of you," he growled. He left Tuck's cell then, slamming the door, and then he headed back out of the basement.
Tuck groaned and he rolled over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. "Marian, what the fuck?" he managed to grit out. Sure Will had offered himself too, but there was only one person in this basement the sheriff had his eye on and it wasn't Will Scarlet.