The Pirate Prince L.T

Abandoned

Chapter 18

Confirming Lillian's suspicions, Louis never did come back inside of the room within a reasonable time limit.

She had somewhat expected it and when she turned out right, it didn't really effect her hard. Knowing Louis, before Lillian went to bed, he'd probably come back in and taunt her and get the binds off of her limbs, and everything would be back to the way it was.

Part of her predicted Louis to be back in a little bit after the ship left the docks of Ireland, which she assumed would be not too long later.

For some reason, when the ship actually started moving, Lillian could say she felt a piece of herself die away... Perhaps because that had been her one shot at freedom and it had been completely obliterated by Louis's persistence.

The boat gave never ending rocks that normally would go unnoticed, but with her eyes still covered and her senses going upward in response, Lillian could feel herself getting seasick.

At that point, she wasn't sure if it was seasickness or just the pain of the fact that now she was never going home again. And not to mention the probable resault of Louis, cumming inside of her... She knew it was highly unlikely that it causes a problem after she had that accident two years ago but the doctor said it was highly unlikely, not imposible...

At that point, Louis still hadn't been back.

Lillian feared that Louis was actually going to leave her stuck like the way she was for the night.

Louis was crazy, but he already got his revenge, didn't he?

He wasn't going to leave Lillian like that, right?

With darkness as the only thing she could see, Lillian relied on her own instinct to determine what time it was and how much time had passed on earlier. Even with that, when she started to grow lightheaded with fatigue, she knew it was late outside.

The rational part of her spoke.

Louis wasn't going to come back.

The royal accepted the fact with bitterness... But one thing she couldn't seem to get entirely was how she was supposed to sleep the way she was.

She was still naked and dirty. Her hair still slightly wet from the rain. Her skin felt disgusting and her arm had seemingly decided it was a good time to remind Lillian that it was still sore and it began aching her for the whole night. Stupid high window!

Lillian pushed it all back.

She was strong and this was probably Louis's way of making her suffer. She could endure it for one night.

After a completely restless night, when Lillian woke up it felt as though she hardly got any sleep. It got worse when she realized the blindfold was still there, she was still restrained, and her arm still throbbed in light pain.

Louis didn't come back at all and Lillian spent the whole day just lying in bed, helpless to do anything.

She was hungry and combined with the sensitivity to the nausea-inducing boat rocks; her stomach was beginning to bother her.

When her body began to signal it was growing sleepy for the night once more, Lillian found a part of her hoping that Louis would be back to let her go in the morning.

Her hope was firmly crushed by daybreak when she woke up again to the same familiar darkness and frightening silence of the room. She knew she couldn't possibly be dead because of the consistent movements of One Direction she felt. Lillian's stomach growled continuously and she tried to forget her hunger by drifting her attention to something else...