Zarina's daughter (the pirate fairy), Vixy finds herself alone on the isle after the death of her mother and she fights for survival, trying hard to fend for herself but unfortunatley the isle isn't an easy place to live, especially when Harry Hook...
Harry was glaring at me, as though waiting for me to respond. Ben watched us intently, worried for my well being.
I stared right back at Harry, heart pounding so hard in my chest I bet Harry could feel it between his fingers. He gripped me tighter, almost crushing me. "S-stop... Y-you're hurting me." I gasped.
"Not yet." He hissed. "You want me to hurt you. Remember our little conversation, hm? Do ye want te see that little runt dead?"
My heart dropped in fear. "No. No! B-Harry please... I'm sorry... Don't hurt her, I'm begging you." I sobbed. "She's just a child."
He mocked my words impishly and grinned wickedly at me, as though he just had the best idea in the world. "But I'm a man if me word." He sneered. "Ye should 'ave thought of her before he decided to disobey me, ey?"
I bit back a sob and suddenly I didn't know what to do. He was going to kill little Dizzy because of me. "Vixy, it'll be okay, yer friends are back. We'll get you out-" Ben shouted.
"We?" Harry scoffed. "I think there's one too many up in that lil' noggin' of yers beasty boy." He looked back at me, and I immediately knew from the look in his eyes that it wouldn't be ok. "I would punish ye here, but the audience is very rude, ey. Let's move this upstairs." He snapped, suddenly walking out of the ship's brig, leaving Ben in the cell alone, calling after me.
Seconds later we were back in his bedroom. He threw me on the floor, and to ease my fall, I grew reflexively.
Still, I fell face first on the hard floor, my nose now dripping with blood. I groaned, trying to stand up, only to have Harry's boot push me back down before standing in front of me
He roughly grabbed a fistful of my hair and lifted me up to face him. "How'd you get down there?" He demanded. "Hm?"
I sobbed in response, the taste of blood plaguing my mouth. "HOW?" He yelled, kicking me down again.
I'd never seen him so angry. His eyes were wide his chiseled cheeks were tense and his hook was clutched tightly in his hand as if he were ready to use it on me. "I-I-I fell down the hole in the floor!" I cried.
He sneered victoriously, "Where is it?" He snapped, and I gestured to it. He walked over to the tiny hole and sneered. "Do ye think little beasty boy can hear us down there?" He asked after a few moments of silence.
It wouldn't surprise me if he could. We heard Harry throw his own little tantrum earlier. But why was he asking me that? What did he care?
He knelt down to my level and cupped my chin in his hand. "Hm?"
"I-I don't know." I whimpered. His grip tightened slightly before he yanked me closer to him, our noses practically touching.
"If he can't hear us now, he will in a minute." He grinned wickedly.
He pushed me down on the floor, climbing over me as he did before Gil came in earlier. "N-no! Please don't!"
He ran his hook over the knot I had made in my shirt and easily tore it away again. He lent his body down over mine, his legs kneeling either side of me.
I could feel his breath against my ear before he whispered huskily. "I'm feeling generous. I won't hurt yer lil' runt friend just yet. This is yer first day back after all, t'would be a shame to break you so quickly... So I'll just have to carve something else, ey?"
I didn't understand what he meant until he bought his hook just underneath my left collarbone. Before I could even stutter, he dug the tip into me, and began carving into my flesh.
Ben could definitely hear us now, my screams no doubt echoing throughout the whole neighborhood. When he finished, he looked down proudly at his work.
I could only just make out what he'd written underneath the blood, it said "Property of Harry Hook." I knew it would scar, and that his name would forever be on my body now.
"Now, perhaps we should seal the deal properly, ey?" I knew what he meant and my blood ran cold, goosebumps appearing all over my skin as his blood stained hook threateningly lingered on my cheek.
"Feel free te scream, I don't plan on being gentle."
His words made shivers run down my spine and I tried to stay quiet after that, I truly did. It mad me wonder how many girls had he done this to?
Harry slowly started planting small hickies down my neck, then slowly reached down to my skirt and looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust. "N-no." I sobbed as he destroyed that too. It was so humiliating, him being all dressed and me lying naked on his floor covered in blood and tears.
He mocked my tears, and then grinned wickedly before the inevitable.
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I let out a loud scream of pain when he thrusted into me. He made sure it hurt taking all the pleasure for himself as he tortured me.
