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He could have had sex with me last night so easily and I wouldn’t have been able to blame him this morning but he didn’t. Does he not want it?
Why am I so offended? He spent hours eating me out. He must have passed out at the same time as I did.
This is so fucked up.
“Captain?” My voice is a little bit louder this time.
He groans, waking.
His face turns into my stomach igniting a fire like the night before but not as powerful thankfully. This one I can ignore.
“Good morning, vixen,” he mumbles against my skin and kisses the space above my mound before looking at me with sleepy, green eyes. “How are you feeling?”
“Embarrassed,” I admit and his smile broadens in such a boyish and triumphant way. “Please… don’t ever mention this again.”
He pulls himself up my body, sliding himself between my thighs for just a moment before sitting on his knees and undoing my cuffs.
I cry out as my arms drop and rub my sore wrists.
He takes the tub of Vaseline from the table but before he can touch me with it again, I snatch it from him and rub it on my wrists myself.
“I haven’t slept that well in…” He stops to think. “A while.”
Me neither, I think, but definitely do not verbally repeat.
I pull the blanket over my body to hide my nudity from the waist down.
“I’m going to shower.”
He lifts his shirt as he goes, giving me another glimpse of the magnificent tattoo. The phoenix looks so three dimensional. It’s magnificent.
“I can feel your eyes.”
I can still feel your tongue.
The second he leaves for a day of whatever it is he does, I stand under the shower and scrub until my skin is red raw, I brush my teeth until mint is all I’ll be able to taste and smell for a week, I brush my hair until my scalp is sore and then I follow. My stomach gripes with hunger and, luckily, Geoffrey meets me with an apology in the form of a rose made out of red tissue. He bows low and escorts me to the canteen where I have never been.
I’m left alone as I queue for food, some men even go as far as to actively avoid me, likely worried they’ll lose their fingers.
“Does he really do that?” I ask Geoffrey as we slide our trays along the metal rack and take the food portions given to us. “Does he really chop off fingers as punishment?”
“Depends on the crime,” Geoffrey replies, nodding at the table closest to us. “Second in, guy with the white beard, look at his left hand.”
I glance at it curled around a cup and stop in my tracks, Geoffrey nearly bumps into me as Chatterbox bumps into him. The fourth finger, the ring finger, is non-existent from the first knuckle. Bile rises in my throat as I imagine that happening to him while awake, with no pain relief.
“That is savage on a ridiculous scale.”
“It’s how we are.” He motions to the room with one hand, balancing the tray on his other. “Like I said before, this place is full of criminals of all kinds. They understand violence and death. They understand pain.”
“I don’t understand them.”
“I know.”
I look down at my tray and at the rest of the room, wondering how much longer I can blend, how much longer until I snap, desperate for home comforts. “Why am I here, Geoffrey?”
He gives me a sad look and opens his mouth, hopefully to tell me, but he’s cut off by Chatterbox clicking his fingers between our faces. We look at him and he nods over to the corner where Roger is standing with his group of merry men. Roger waves at me.
Geoffrey whispers, “Just say the word and I’ll poison his tea.”
I giggle, a foreign sound to my ears, and follow him out of the canteen. We sit on the outer steps leading to the bridge as it has the best view and I squeal with delight when I see the back of a whale breach the surface of the water.
“What the hell is all of the noise?” Clunk bellows after the door to the bridge opens with a heavy bang that shakes the entire staircase.
“There’s a whale,” I point to where its blowhole spurts a shower of water.
Clunk rolls his eyes and turns back, if only to move for the two younger men who want to see the whale that I can see.
“Captain has ridden a whale.”
Maybe my whale escape could be a possibility?
“He has?”
Geoffrey nods. “I could’ve too but I’m not a strong swimmer.”
“Me neither. Can only just not drown in a pool, I’d have no hope here.”
He bumps his shoulder against mine and we watch the whale disappear then reappear further away.
“That’s a blue whale,” Captain says calmly as he descends the metal steps to where I am. “Not the biggest we’ve seen, probably no more than a couple of years old.”
