Across All Seven Seas

Chapter One

His hips snapped against her behind, hands holding onto her waist, keeping the panting woman balanced on her feet. (Y/n) had her fingers wrapped around the metallic bars, savouring the cool touch as he kept on burying his cock inside her cunt. Darkness engulfed them, gave them some kind of privacy, desperate to get their fill.

"Such a tight cunt, it's a shame that I have to kill you," his accent was heavy, but she couldn't pinpoint it, not daring to question the executor. Calloused fingers buried themselves in her flesh, pushing her muddy dress higher up her body, staring down on her as he felt his release nearing. Her body was littered with marks, bruises his rough fingers have left behind, wounds from her husband's beating or from her clumsy self tumbling down the stairs.

(Y/n) kept silent, knowing that they weren't the only ones down there, the dark dungeon she had been forced to call her home for the past days, perhaps even weeks. Her heart raced, mind blurring thoughts together as she lost her grip on the now. For weeks they had been going at it, fucking whenever they felt safe enough to give into their desires, the unholy things she'd pay for, disappointing the almighty father above.

"Jasper," his name fell from her lips, eyes rolling into the back of her head, gasping as his hand met her behind, "Didn't I tell you not to say my name? Do you want them to tell on us?"

His hand moved up her spine, finding its way to her burning cheeks. (Y/n) had to swallow down her gag reflex as he pressed his fingers down on her tongue. His cock was hitting just the right places, making her toes curl, wanting to scream out whatever she was feeling at that very moment.

The moldy smell of her cell wrapped itself around them like a piece of fabric, stroking along their exposed limbs, the fingers that tightly clamped down on what they could find. She wanted to turn her head towards him, to get lost in his eyes.

Late at night when the dungeon was silent, when the warders kept making their rounds, and the only thing that could be heard was the walking past horses and drunkards outside the dungeon walls, she tried to imagine what he was looking like. Not once had she seen all of his face before. His accent told her that he wasn't from here, that much (y/n) was certain of, probably a man from the mainland that had found his way to the island for food and money.

"Shut your mouth, girl." Another moan had dared to roll off her tongue, filling the cold dungeon once again. (Y/n) squeezed her eyes shut, biting down on her lip as she felt her cunt fluttering, walls clamping down on his cock, savouring those last few moments before he'd let go of her, "Oh god."

"God won't help you now," he came inside of her, letting his cum spill into her tightness, the heat that greedily accepted every drop of his release. He let go of her before she could tumble over the edge, leaving her with a buzzing body and eyes widening in surprise. She could see his hands pulling his leather trousers up his legs, wiping them clean on the fabric before he wordlessly stepped out of her cell. The sound of him locking it close echoed through the halls.

"Tomorrow night," he sat down on the wooden pedestal vis-a-vis her cell, the moonlight was falling into the dungeon, illuminating some parts of his body, though keeping his features hidden from her, "I will come get you, it won't take much time, I'll do a quick job."

Tears glistened in her eyes as she sunk to the ground. (Y/n) wasn't oblivious, had known that it wouldn't take much longer till they'd force her to take her final breaths. But knowing that her life would end when tomorrow's moon would bid the day goodbye, left her insides churning, throat burning from the sobs she held back.

"Tell me, why did you do it?" She wasn't sure why he was still around, he had never spent any more time with her after getting his fill. Jasper wasn't quite sure why those words had left him, but leaving her just now seemed wrong, even to him. "He wanted to kill our daughter. I had never cared about him touching me, but," the words hung in the air, mind thinking back to her husband's bloody corpse, the body that had tumbled to the ground after she had rammed her knife into his chest.

(Y/n) could still feel the blood clinging to her hands, the scream that had rumbled through her, eyes meeting the ones of her daughter. She had been forced to act fast, screaming at the young girl to run, to find her way to the neighbours she would spend time with whenever her parents were away. (Y/n)'s husband had been a noble man in the king's name, it wouldn't take much time till they'd notice his disappearance and the blood that was sticking to their wooden flooring would tell them everything they needed to know.

"Why would he want to do such a thing?" The sound of the man filling a wooden cup with what (y/n) assumed to be wine, distracted her from the silence that clung to her like thick blood. "He was sick, father Roy told me that it had been the devil's fault, he had pushed him into his trap, he had been growing greedy, for money and power."

It took Jasper a while to reply, he had known her husband, had spoken a few fleeting words to him as he was bringing prisoners down to the dungeon. He didn't tell her anything about the disgust that had flooded through him whenever he'd cross paths with her husband, the man had been known for being a sick bastard, raping maids and henchmen, filling his belly with the king's finest foods.

"Where is your daughter now?" The first sob of the night clawed through her like a bear ripping open its prey. She had to catch her trembling frame before she would fall to the ground, pain was stretching itself through her limbs, pain she had no words to describe it with, "I don't know."

Whenever she'd speak to the almighty father, (y/n) would beg him to hold a helping hand out to her daughter, "Why haven't you asked me to help you?"

He was used to the begging of his prisoners, hoping that he would help them out of their misery, too young and fearful to die at the hands of a stranger. Most of the time Jasper would silence them with the raise of his hand, knowing that there was no way out for them, but something about her was different, something about her intrigued the man.

"Would you help me?"

Her tired voice shot through him like a bullet, exploding in his chest with a question he hadn't expected her to ask. Another woman would find herself on the ground with his handprint on her cheek, but he didn't move, letting his eyes wander over her features. Jasper couldn't explain why he was thinking about helping her, perhaps because he wanted to rip himself free from this life, perhaps because her cunt was tighter than all the others, perhaps because this life had made him honourless.

"Where would we go?" (Y/n) could tell that he was debating her questions, pondering over the words he'd speak in the following moments, "You would never see your daughter again, we won't be able to come back, they will look for us."

The heaviness of their situation weighed them down, but the small smile that tugged on her lips made Jasper chuckle, hands running through his golden hairs. He had executed numerous people before, rich or poor, they were all sinners, murderers, thieves, but he couldn't see any bad thoughts lingering in her heart, at least not when it came to the murder of her husband.

"Tomorrow evening, before I have to drag you out there, I will come for you. Prepare to run."