the elegant captain hook | scömìche

chapter twelve

Mitch threw Scott into the cell and stalked in with him, throwing the door shut. Scott squeezed his eyes shut and bit back a whimper, curling up in a small, pathetic ball in a fruitless attempt to protect himself from what is sure to come. Mitch's eyes were dark and glittering with evil, and he smirked down at Scott, kicking him once in the stomach before moving over to the wall. He scanned the choice of weapons that were mounted up there and started for a second until he grabbed a whip.

However, this whip wasn't like the others. It had tiny silver blades attached to the actual whip itself.

"Hmm," Mitch hummed softly, playing with the whip as he thought, "I think twenty lashes should suffice, don't you think?" Scott shuddered, bracing himself. "Count and thank me," Mitch commanded, and without waiting for an answer, he kicked Scott so he was on his back and brought the whip down hard. Scott screamed in pain even louder than before, the tiny blades slicing his skin just as much as the actual whip. Blood immediately gushed out of the single wound. It was clear these were a lot deeper.

Mitch shook his head in disapproval and clucked his tongue. "Nah, ah, ah. Remember? Count and thank me," he said coldly, bringing the whip down again. Scott screamed, arching his back as fire-like pain ripped through his body. "T-T-Two. Th-Thank you, D-Daddy," he choked out hoarsely.

On and on this went. Mitch whipped Scott over and over, and gradually the prisoner's screams got hoarser. Even so, they were louder than ever.

They hadn't even reached twenty when Mitch decided he had to stop — he could tell Scott wouldn't last much longer if he kept it up. "Good boy," he cooed, hanging up the whip and kneeling by his side. "Good boy." He kissed Scott softly to prevent the pathetic whimpers from escaping his lips, then pulled away and kissed to the side of his lips. "I'll be right back, okay, darling? Don't go anywhere." Mitch kissed him one last time before quickly leaving.

Scott felt like he was on fire. Fiery waves of pain laced through his body every moment, taking his breath away. He was so weak he couldn't even sob, though tears were streaming freely down his cheeks. He could feel his consciousness slipping away, but he fought to stay awake - Mitch had said he would be right back, and he didn't want to risk angering the captain by being unconscious when he returned.

When Mitch did eventually come back, the doctor was trailing along behind him. Scott forced his eyes open and tried to lift his head to look at his daddy, but he couldn't move. The doctor sucked in a breath at the sight of poor Scott bleeding to death on the cell floor and he immediately rushed to his side, fumbling in his bag to pull out a needle and thread. His hands were shaking and he couldn't thread the thread through the needle, and Mitch watched this struggle for a while before snapping, "Hurry up." The doctor flinched and finally managed, then began carefully stitching the wounds back together.

Scott let out the occasional whimper as the doctor worked and squeezed his eyes shut, trembling. Mitch carefully climbed over the doctor and sat down beside Scott, pulling his head in his lap. "Shh. It's okay, darling. You were such a good boy," he cooed, running his fingers through Scott's hair. Scott whimpered hoarsely and nuzzled against Mitch's hand, his tears falling faster. "You took your punishment like a good boy, darling. I think you deserve a reward, yeah?" Mitch murmured, now gently massaging circles into Scott's shoulder. Scott whimpered hoarsely again and tried to shift to get closer to Mitch, but the doctor held him back. "No, no. Don't move, darling. You'll get your reward after he's done cleaning you up," Mitch said softly, and Scott immediately stopped moving, but whined and nuzzled against Mitch's arm when he didn't resume playing with his hair. Mitch smiled despite himself and complied.

As soon as Scott felt the doctor's hands retract from his skin, he slowly and painfully curled up, closing his eyes and burying his face in Mitch's leg. Mitch frowned and gently rubbed his back, dismissing the doctor with a wave of his hand. "Darling, if you want your reward you have to get up. Can you do that for me?" he asked softly, and Scott immediately tried to obey, pushing himself off of Mitch and whimpering quietly at the pain. However, he didn't stop trying, and with a little help from Mitch, he was standing on shaky feet once more. Mitch smiled and kissed him quickly. "Good boy. Now, your reward. What would you like, darling?"

"F-F-Food." The word was nothing more than a whimper.

Mitch nodded and massaged his shoulders again. "Okay, darling. Food it is. Can you walk?" Scott shakily nodded, whispering a hoarse, "Yes, Daddy," and took a small, shaky step forward. However, his knees gave out and he fell to the floor. Mitch frowned and knelt to help him up again, but Scott shook his head, his chest heaving with effort. Black dots danced in his vision and he closed his eyes, chewing his lip. "D-Daddy, I don't think I can—"

"Shh. It's okay," Mitch soothed, carefully scooping Scott in his arms. Scott let out a small squeak and clung desperately to him, but Mitch held him with ease, walking out of the cell and out onto the deck. He ignored all the other pirates gawking at them and disappeared into his chambers.

Scott curled into him, tucking his face in Mitch's neck. Mitch kissed his forehead and started to put him down, but Scott whimpered and clung to him tightly. "N-No! D-Don't l-leave m-me..." Mitch frowned and instead sat on the bed with Scott on his lap, gathering the blond up in his arms. "I'm just going to get you food, darling," Mitch murmured, "I won't be gone very long." Scott whimpered again and clutched his shirt desperately, burying his face in Mitch's neck. "Please, no... H-He'll come back." Alarm flashed in Mitch's eyes and he held Scott tighter, frowning more. "Who, darling?"

"Him." Scott shuddered.

"Scottie, baby, you need to tell me so I can kill him for you."

Scott shuddered more violently and squeezed his eyes shut. "Daddy."

Mitch blinked. He was Daddy. "Daddy?" he asked, and Scott whimpered, nodding. "D-Daddy. He's scary..." A small part of Mitch was horrified that Scott found him scary, but the other part was elated. He suppressed a smirk and decided to play with him a little. "Is he, now? Why? What does he do?"

"H-He hurts me... and- and rapes me..." Scott shuddered and buried his face in Mitch's neck. "Please save me, Andy..."

"I think it would be kind of hard to save you from me."

Scott's eyes snapped open and quickly widened as he realized he wasn't in his boyfriend's arms, but Mitch's. Tears immediately filled his eyes and he frantically shook his head, shrinking away but not daring to move off his lap. "I- I'm sorry, D-D-Daddy, p-p-please don't h-hurt me," he whimpered, trembling in fear. Mitch laughed quietly and pushed him off his lap, pinning him against the pillows. "Seems like we've forgotten who we belong to, hmm?" he murmured, ghosting his lips along Scott's neck. Scott whimpered loudly and squeezed his eyes shut, his entire body screaming in protest of Mitch's advances. "I'm sorry..." Mitch laughed again and kissed Scott's mark once before slowly bringing his teeth into the equation. He sucked and bit and nipped at the spot until when he finally pulled away, the dark bruise was renewed. "I won't use you again tonight, as I have no doubt that will kill you. However, as soon as you're healed, I demand five rounds in a row," Mitch said as he pulled away, sitting on top of Scott and raising his eyebrow. Scott bit back a sigh of relief and nodded. "Yes, Daddy," he said in a small voice. "Good boy," Mitch smiled, patting Scott's cheek as he swung off him. "Don't worry, you'll still get your reward. It's quite the compliment to be called scary, so thank you, darling." He pecked Scott's lips, briefly sucking on his bottom lip, before pulling away again and breezing out the door.