the elegant captain hook | scömìche

chapter one

so yeah there's this new book

don't expect regular updates because it's me lol

~ansley

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Mitch smirked, twirling the small knife with his fingers as he watches the ship burn.

All around him, his crew was cheering and yelling, their pockets full of loot.

"Captain!" A shout caused Mitch to turn around, and he smiled lightly at the sight of his first mate. "Yes?" he said, coming over to him and subconsciously moving his hand to grip his knife. "There was a prisoner on the ship. We figured you might want him, so we took him," Mr. Smee reported immediately, standing up straight and looking directly into Mitch's dark eyes.

Mitch smirked again. He loved prisoners. "A prisoner, you say?" he purred, and Mr. Smee grinned, pleased at Mitch's happiness. "Yes, Cap'n." Mitch smirked wider, running his thumb over the knife blade. "Let me see him." Immediately Mr. Smee hurried off to get the prisoner, and Mitch watched him go, still thoughtfully playing with his knife.

Mr. Smee returned a few moments later with a tall blonde man. The man shifted nervously, yanking on his bound wrists. "Hello, there," Mitch purred, circling him. "What's your name, darling?" The man's icy blue eyes flickered around as he tried to watch him. "S-Scott," he stammered, flinching away from Mitch as he reached out to trail his fingers along Scott's arm. Mitch smirked. "My name's Mitch," he said simply, and Scott swallowed nervously, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "You did well, Smee," Mitch said, moving away from Scott and smiling at Mr. Smee. The first mate flushed with happiness at the praise, and all the watching pirates flushed with jealousy.

Mitch continued to circle Scott for a few more moments, dark eyes trailing up and down his body, before he clapped loudly and smirked when Scott jumped. "Take him to my chambers." Both Scott's and Mr. Smee's eyes widened, but from different reasons: Scott's with fear and Mr. Smee's with surprise. "Your chambers?" Mitch's already dark eyes darkened more with anger, and he stopped twirling his knife, his grip tightening on the handle. "Did I stutter? Take him to my chambers," he snarled, and all the little hope that Scott had had that maybe they were nice pirates was gone. Mr. Smee's eyes widened, and he hurriedly nods. "Y-Yes, Cap'n. Of course." Mitch smirked as he watched his first mate scurry away, Mitch's new toy reluctantly following him.

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Scott sat tensed in a chair in the center of the lavish room, subconsciously yanking on his wrists to try and escape. He hated being bound.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting there, but it had to at least been an hour or so.

Scott was letting out a small growl of frustration, pulling at his restraints again, when the door opened. In waltzed Mitch, the captain of the ship. His dark eyes landed on Scott, and he slowly smirked, remembering who he was. "Hello, darling," he purred, coming over to trail his fingers along Scott's cheek. The blonde shivered and resisted the urge to jump away, not knowing what the captain was capable of. Mitch smirked wider but moved away from him, shrugging off his long black trench coat and hanging it on a hook by the door. "We've docked for the night," Mitch murmured, looking over his shoulder to smile pleasantly at Scott. "Do you know what that means?"

Scott simply stared at him, unsure whether it was a rhetorical question or not. Apparently, it wasn't, because Mitch's eyes flashed and he whipped out his knife, pressing it to Scott's neck before he could even blink. Scott tensed at the feeling of the cool metal against his skin. "Do not ignore me," Mitch growled, digging the knife into Scott's creamy skin. "Do you know what that means?" Scott let out a whimper, curling his fingers around the armrest. "N-N-No." Mitch smirked and looked up at him with his dark eyes, taking his knife away and using it to clean under his fingernails as though nothing had happened. "We're going to play a little game."

Scott tensed. He did not like the sound of that. "Wh-What kind of game?" he asked quietly, forcing himself to stare into Mitch's cold, dark eyes. "It's a little game I like to call The Quiet Game. The rules are simple," the captain said, smirking widely and staring right back at Scott, "be quiet."

Before Scott could process what was happening, Mitch was on his lap, pressing feather-light kisses down his neck and along his collar. Scott, not expecting that, instinctively tilted his head to the side to give Mitch better access. However, as soon as he realized what he was doing, he tried to get Mitch off. "S-Stop," he said, and Mitch looked up at him, pouting. "Aw, you don't like my game?" Without waiting for an answer, he slapped Scott hard. "Too bad," he growled, his demeanor changing instantly. Scott's eyes watered from the pain, but he blinked the tears away, biting his lip and forcing himself to stay silent.

Mitch smiled when he saw his toy was going to obey and bent down to his neck again, kissing the spot where his neck and shoulder meet and nibbling gently. Scott bit his lip hard, forcing back a moan. Mitch glanced up at him and smirked, knowing he was cracking, and did it again. This time Scott let out a shaky breath of air, gripping the armrests again and letting his eyes droop closed. Mitch smirked wider and moved up right by his ear. "Having trouble, darling?" he breathed, and Scott shivered, shaking his head. Mitch hummed, slipping his hands under Scott's shirt and gliding his hands along Scott's soft skin as he speaks. "No?" he murmured in Scott's ear, kissing behind it. Scott sucked in a breath, curling his fingers into themselves. "No," he echoed shakily, and Mitch smiled, his own eyes closing as he continues to press kisses down Scott's neck. "Something tells me you're lying," he murmured against his skin, and Scott finally let out a breathy moan at the feeling.

Mitch smiled and pulled away from his neck, pressing his and Scott's foreheads together and staring into his eyes. "I win." Scott blushed and tried to pull away, but Mitch brought his hand up to jerk Scott's chin back to him. "I think I deserve a prize, darling," he said, his voice no longer holding the seductive tone it held before but not going back to its usual harshness. "Wh-What do you want?" Scott stammered nervously, and Mitch smiled, leaning closer. "You."

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Scott closed his eyes against his tears, his breathing ragged and shaky. Mitch hummed happily and traced patterns on Scott's bare chest, his eyes glittering with cold amusement that didn't match his peaceful expression. "That was fun," he said, getting off of Scott and standing up. Scott let out a shuddering breath and curled in a ball, squeezing his eyes shut. Mitch smiled and picked Scott's clothes up off the floor, throwing them at him. "Get dressed, darling. I want to be the only one that gets to see you all pretty like that."

Scott slowly put the clothes on, reaching a trembling hand up to brush away his tears. "Aw, darling. Don't cry," Mitch said, only a hint of mockery in his silky smooth voice. "You're sick," Scott snapped, but his words trembled, and Mitch grinned. "I've killed entire villages, darling. Slaughtered fathers right in front of their daughters, sons in front of their mothers. All because I could earn a little bit of money. I'm more than just sick. I'm evil." Scott shuddered at his words, the dying cries of the crew of the last ship he was on echoing in his mind. Mitch smiled pleasantly as though he hadn't just admitted to being a murderer of the innocent, pulling on some boxers before going over to Scott again. "Lay on your back, darling," he said, tapping on Scott's arm. Scott swallowed nervously, but obeyed, laying on his back and scrunching the comforter of Mitch's bed in his fingers. Mitch crawled on top of him again, straddling him, and walked two fingers up his chest. Scott tensed underneath him, squeezing his eyes shut and resisting the urge to throw Mitch off. Mitch smirked, knowing how uncomfortable Scott was. "You were so good, darling," he murmured, pressing a kiss to his neck. Scott shivered at the feeling. "Do you want a reward?"

"R-Rew-ward?"

"Yes," Mitch breathed out, "a reward. Anything you want, darling." Scott bit his lip, hoping he wouldn't get in trouble for what he was about to say. "I want freedom." Mitch tsked, taking out his knife and playing with the blade again. Scott's eyes nervously followed the blade, and he clutched the comforter tighter. "No. You can have anything but that," Mitch said, his voice back to its usual harsh tone and the cold, dead look back in his dark eyes. "Why?" Scott dared to ask, watching the man on top of him nervously for his reaction. "Because," Mitch said, meeting Scott's eyes and letting a malicious smirk spread across his lips, "you belong to me now, darling."