Taken

Chapter 3 Light

Regina's POV

He obviously saw my tears when he gave me the caning. I didn't want him to think he broke me though, he didn't. I could handle it. The pain would eventually subside. I shifted nonstop, as the soreness was strong under my behind. He had switched that cane perfectly on my sit spots on my bottom, and I knew he did that on purpose. He was careful about it, the twenty-one strokes landed perfectly to make me feel all the discomfort.

I didn't know how long had passed since he had left me there after it, but I saw the sun starting to set outside. The room would be dark soon, there was no lantern in there. I heard his boots coming once again down the corridor. His boots had a consistent sound, with the clicking of his heel as he steadily paced, his jacket clearly weighted swooshing a bit as he walked.

The door opened and I looked up at him, he had a lantern that he hung on the wall near the door. Staring at me, he tucked outside the door a moment and brought in a stool, placing it in the corner near the door. Tucking out again, and re-emerging, he had a plate.

My mouth watered looking at the grapes, bread and cheese that covered the plate he held. I licked my dry mouth, and stared at it.

He came toward me, and released the rope from the wooden notch on the wall, letting my hands fall, they were still bound together but I could move my fingers. Placing the plate in front of me, he nodded silently offering me to eat, going back toward the stool.

Killian sat down on the stool, swooping a leg over his other. He tipped his head up, watching her eat quickly and desperately.

Killian's POV

I was surprised she didn't reject the food from me. Clearly the punishment had an affect on her a bit, as I observed her. I knew that she was still strong willed, however. "What do you say?" I scolded her. She chewed and swallowed her full mouth, "Thank you Captain," she muttered softly at me.

He grinned, confidently, rather cocky, at her. Letting her finish the food, he sipped from his flask a couple times. Regina's eyes looked upward at him, as he sat there. His eyes were filled with age, and experience. Visually his appearance was near thirty, but Regina could tell he had a lot more than that in his years.

The punishment he administered was very 18th Century, the nightgown she wore, very Victorian. He clearly was centuries old. "Is it true what they say about you?" Regina asked bravely.

He tipped his head up, with a mocking grin on his face. "What do they say lass?" He asked. Gulping, "That you spent many years, centuries in Neverland, after losing your hand, that you're one of the most cutthroat pirate to ever sail since then," She said softly.

Regina's POV

I heard stories about Captain Hook for many years. Never did I imagine, I would be his prisoner. The legends of him were somewhat intimidating, but there was something under his rough exterior, I could see it in his eyes, Pain. He wasn't pure evil, there was a lot more to him that I sensed. He wasn't always Captain Hook. Why would he have introduced as Killian Jones if he wasn't so much more than just a villain?

"All that is true," He nodded his head. "You kill people," Regina said. He stared at her, squinting his eyes a bit, furrowing his brow. "Mmm, true," he agreed. "Do you just kill for fun?" Regina asked. "You're still alive, so I wouldn't concern yourself with why I killed anyone else," he uttered.

"And you just want gold, so you won't kill me," she mentioned. Cocking his head sideways, "Ideally I need you alive for the reward, but then again, suppose they would accept if I gave them a body," he imparted.

"May I have water?" She asked. He gleamed at her, "Ask properly," he commanded. "Please, Sir, may I have some water?" She asked again, humbling herself. A thin pleased smile came across his face.

He stood up and retrieved the ladle and bucket of water. Coming towards her, "Kneel," he commanded. She looked up at him, and knelt, with her tied hands in front of her.

Killian knew from personal experience that her backside was probably throbbing and stinging with pain from the cane punishment. She was indeed a brave lass, he could tell.

Filling the ladle he held it in front of her. "Go on," He affirmed and she took it forward with her hands, chugging it all. He filled it once more, and she drank it as well.

Regina sank back down on the floor and looked at him. His tall stature shadowed over her, as he stood with a stance, hand on his belt. "I see your behavior has improved since your punishment," he observed.

She looked up at him innocently, "Please let me go," She implored. A tilt of his head again, "No," he insists. "Please!!" She begged. "I said NO," he leaned over her and tugged the rope, "PLEASE!" She resisted him, but failed and the rope was retied to the stake on the wall.

She sighed, "Do you want more?" He swished the cane in the air in front of her. Regina remained silent, shaking her head. "Hmm?" He lifts his brow threateningly. "No, Sir," she coughed out. "Good, behave," he warned and placed the cane back on the wall.

Gathering the stool and lantern, he turned his eyes on her once more. Regina began to cry, and he left the room. The click of the lock, made her tears fall faster down her cheeks.

Killian stands outside the door, listening to her soft cry. Pressing his ear against it, and leaning his head there, he shuts his eyes a moment, listening to her weep. A deep sigh heaves in his chest, as he touches the door with his hand.

Regina sobs, ignoring the pain around her wrists, and lingering on her behind, as she curls into a ball against the wall. "Please.." she cries.

Killian's POV

Bloody hell