The Treasure of the Sea

20

Shane was wary of the oncoming boat, if they didn't take kindly to kidnappers this could go extremely wrong, but it was clear to him by Daryl's reaction the half siren recognized the ship. That only meant one thing, the claimers.

Daryl tried to pull away from Shane but the pirate took the opportunity to knock him unconscious. Shane slowly stood to steady himself in the boat. "Claimers!"

His shout echoed across the water, he worried that his voice wouldn't travel far enough but it in fact did. He soon saw lantern light upon the ship. "Who seeks refuge upon our ship?" A voice yelled back, the voice was scratchy and gruff.

"Shane Walsh, ex-member of Negan's Crew."

"Negan?!"

"Let me aboard. I have a peace offering."

Shane waited a moment before he heard shouting between the crew. He finally received his answer. "You can come aboard, but if this gift disappoints me you will leave this boat dead."

Shane smiled. "I won't disappoint you!"

The crew mates helped bring Shane and his 'gift' aboard. One man held a lantern up while Shane brushed Daryl's hair back so the crewmates could see his face in the candlelight. "Why it's the bitch," Joe crouched down, propping one knee on the deck examining his bloodied face. "You took him?"

"I did, Negan most likely knows by now. All I ask is you allow me to join your crew, and maybe one round with him in bed I want to see what all the fuss is about." Shane smirked, yanking Daryl's hair back.

Joe licked his lips thinking about his request. "We don't let anyone touch him, not like that. Don't want anyone growing too fond of him, but... you did get him here safely. Mostly uninjured, you join our crew pull your weight for a while help us torture the little creature and you're welcome to prove to us he can be a toy for the others. For myself."

"You've never used him before? He's a siren-or at least half siren. You really haven't touched him?"

"We thought if ya touched him in that way you'd fall under his spell, Will nearly was killed by his mother because of her powers. Even after he cut her tongue out, Daryl's mouth will stay closed during your little romps if you desire to touch him. If he speaks as we have been told he's been doing again, he will kill you. Or worse make us kill ourselves."

Shane smirked a bit. "I'll help you torture him, he and I aren't on good terms. He bit me once," Shane said, exposing the scar.

"How'd you survive?" Will asked, cautiously examining the wound.

"He fixed it, surprisingly. He's still a monster, no matter what Negan believes he is, this thing is a monster."

Joe looked Shane up and down before he stood, he looked down upon Shane with a sneer. "Yet you want to fuck that monster?"

"I want to get back at Negan, Negan fucked the little creature. It was the one thing Negan had none of the other crew did with him. I want to break him, I want to break them both. No matter the cost." Shane replied, his breathing was calm and his voice unstrained. Joe smiled, licking his lips.

"You like breakin' things?"

"Aye, it's great fun." Shane cracked his knuckles. "Plus the last time I tried to fuck someone Negan sent her off the ship. He took my toy away from me, it's time for me to take his toy from him."

Joe ran his hand over his mouth and chin before letting out a bellowed laugh. "You got cock blocked by your captain and your response is to take his whore too?"

"Aye sir." Shane nodded, if you put it that way it didn't sound as noble. However, he didn't really care whether or not it was truly a noble. In all honesty he just wanted a fuck and getting back at his Ex- captain was just an added bonus.

"Welcome aboard Shane Walsh, you're now a member of the Claimer's crew." Joe held his hand out, Shane smiled and shook it.

"Men, take our bitch to the brig. Merle, Shane. Chain him up. Can't let the bitch escape again."

"Aye captain," The men barked at their orders. Joe crossed his arms, pleased, he tsked as they picked him up for a moment, halting their endeavor. Joe placed the coin dangling in Daryl's hair between his fingertips.

" Negan's calling card..." with one fell swoop the coin and the hair was sliced off courtesy of one of Daryl's special made knives. Grinning as he picked the coin off of the floor, Joe twisted t his finger. "We should leave him something too. Something for him to remember us by... I'll come up with the perfect return, go on now."

The men moved quickly doing as their captain ordered. Merle examined his little brother with critical eyes. Bloodied cheeks, a puffy lip. Bruises on his head from the hilt of Shane's sword. "You hit him?" Merle asked roughly.

"I did." Shane confirmed "Bitch wouldn't shut up, kept crying and fighting me. Didn't want the boat to capsize." Shane remarked tilting his chin up to look Merle in the eyes. "Why?"

"He deserved it harder." Merle said offhandedly with a shrug of his shoulder. "abandoned me and my father, and his captain to sleep with the enemy."

Shane examined Merle closer. "You're his brother.

"Took you that long to figure it out?" Merle rolled his eyes. "No wonder he got close enough to bite you."

Shane growled low, who was this man to chastise him?! Merle was silent the rest of the walk to the cells while Shane continued to fume at the slight. Merle ignored him as he grabbed a few chains and rope off of the wall and threw them to Shane. The newest member to the claimers crew gave Merle a dirty look before he dropped down to work on Daryl's new binds. "You got something for his mouth?" Merle thought for a moment before disappearing back up the stairs, Shane examined Daryl's face in the low candlelight. "Pretty little monster." The pirate ran his thumb over the cuts he made with his own rings, even bloodied and bruised Daryl was unnaturally beautiful. Pretty in a strange way, Merle made his way back down with some fabrics.

"Ya' that infatuated with him?" Merle asked startling Shane, the man quickly pulled his hand away from his cheek.

"I was just looking at the damage, you're right. Coulda done worse."

Merle grunted and folded his arms. "Just bind him up, make it so he can't move. Get creative."

Shane smirked at the go ahead to have some real fun. He looked at the ceiling of the cage, he attached the chain to the hook and flipped Daryl's unconscious body onto his stomach. Shane then titled the boys form ass up. He wrapped the rope and chains around his ass and mid section.

Once he was bound there he looked to Merle. "Help me hoist him up."

Merle raised an eyebrow but did as his new crewmate asked. Shane then spread the boy's legs apart excited about the notion of cutting his trousers where he hung. He bent his right knee and attached a chain and rope to it before combining that to the rope that held him up. From there he attached his right ankle to the same chain. He pushed on it to make sure he couldn't move any further. He chained his left ankle to a hook on the floor.

Merle examined the work Shane did on his little brother. "His arms?"

"Working on that," Shane told him. He pulled his arms back and bound the wrists to the chains that held his lower back and ass up. His body was arched and Shane found the way his body flowed into it arousing. He hooked his elbows and upper arms and under the armpits so he couldn't move the rope sitting between his shoulder blades. Merle raised an eyebrow impressed with his quick rope work. Shane then added a few final touches, he took off his own belt and fastened it around Daryl's neck before stringing it along to tie into another hook on the floor. Daryl certainly wasn't going to be moving now.

He took the fabric from Merle and removed the boy's current gag. Once that gag fell to the floor he worked the fabrics into a braided rope. It was balled up with an added wood center and then tied around his head.

"Now he's done, he can't move and he is gagged. Easy to fuck, easy to whip and flog. Told you I was looking forward to this."

"Not bad," Merle mused. "Captain will be pleased, and I cannot wait to see the look on my baby brother's face when he wakes up like this."

Shane tilted his head up taking it all in, he finally had the 'little fish' where he wanted him and no matter how long it took Negan to find him, if he ever did, it was already too late. Negan could never save Daryl from what he was going to put him through and the rest of the Claimer's Crew was dreaming on the high sea about the terrible things they were about to make the siren boy endure.

He was theirs to torture now, and they had a lot of pent up anger to take out on the helpless boy. 

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