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Roger’s face falls flat and he looks around for help. “It’s not fair you keeping her all to yourself.”
“I don’t give a shit what’s fair. She’s mine and you already broke the fucking rule of touching her.”
I want to cheer him on until Clunk steps forward with a small axe just big enough for his hand and passes it to Captain.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, stepping back and bumping into Larry. “I… he…?”
Larry shushes me with a finger to his lips, his eyes alight with excitement at what’s to come.
“You wouldn’t,” Roger blanches, no longer looking confident as two of the men he thought to be on his side grab him and hold his arm out. Blue-Eyes steps back too, looking panicked and ready to run. “I’ve served you for years without issue.”
“And that’s why I was lenient the first time,” Captain tells him as he fights against their hold.
“Oh my God,” I breathe, already fighting the urge to gag.
I can’t watch. I can’t stay.
“This is our way. This is my way!” the captain bellows, raising the axe and looking around.
“AYE, AYE, CAPTAIN!” the crowd roars, thickening as other people gather to see what’s going on.
I turn and push through the crowd, running as fast as I can, trying to block out the sound of a slicing thud and Roger’s scream. He cries out into the night and continues crying until I can no longer hear him.
My feet carry me, desperate for escape from this feeling gnawing in my gut. I run so fast in the darkness I don’t see the woman on the ground before a burly-looking guy, giving him head. I trip over her ankle and fall onto my hands and knees.
Bugger.
“Hey,” she whines, a string of saliva glinting in the moonlight, creating a translucent bridge between his cock and her lower lip. “Oh, it’s you.” Wiping her mouth on her hand, she stands. “The other girl on board, the captain’s favourite.”
“Millie, you’re not allowed to talk to her,” the man whispers as he tucks himself into his trousers.
“Yeah, yeah, not my fault she fell over me,” Millie replies, glaring at me now. “Not like I sought her out, is it?”
“I should go.” I point in any direction with my thumb.
“There’s nothing that way but ocean. Only doors are back the way you came,” she replies, scratching the shaved side of her blonde hair.
“Oh.” That means I have to pass them again. This night just gets better and better. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” She goes back onto her knees and I shuffle past them. “Don’t tell the captain you saw me here.” Her voice follows me around the bend. “I’m not allowed in these parts.”
I don’t reply, I just run again, straight back to the captain’s quarters.
My trembling body races into the bathroom and my hands grip the edge of the basin. I look at myself in the mirror and frown.
Frown because of the confusion I feel.
Even though the thought of what Captain did has made me nauseous, I also felt it justified. I wanted it to happen, I wanted him to be punished. It feels good knowing he has been.
I’ve become a monster.
This place is changing me, it’s warping everything I’ve fought against for years. It’s drawing out the darker parts of me that constantly battle for power.
I can’t let it, no matter how badly I want to. I’ll lose Niall, I’ll lose my mum, I’ll lose everything.
I sink into my corner again but I know he’ll move me and I don’t protest for a second when he does.
Captain got maybe three hours of sleep before his alarm went off and the boat started to sway with choppy waters. I remained sleeping, tangled in his sheets, knowing that the lines I’ve crossed are too many and the steps I’ve taken too wide.
I try to tell myself I’m doing what I must to survive and I know, in some way, that’s true. But is it the whole truth?
He sighs as he wakes and clicks off his alarm, kisses my stomach and then lifts. I immediately miss his heat and the way he holds me and uses me for his pillow. I’ve never been one to fidget, never needed to turn much in my sleep which works in his favour and mine because it means I don’t have to move him.
It’s wrong that I find comfort in the arms of my kidnapper but who can blame me? He makes me feel safe.
I’m going to need years of psychotherapy to get over all of this.
When I wake fully, I shower, careful not to fall as the boat rocks on choppy waters.
Looking out of the window as I dry proves to be terrifying. The sky is so dark it’s near black and it’s almost noon so that can’t be right. It’s eerie and daunting. The waves are choppy, hitting the side of the ship which makes haunting, groaning noises that I do not appreciate at all.
