Taken

Chapter 4 Drink

Killian realized that he had been standing outside the door for over ten minutes, listening to the pained sobs of Regina inside the room. He breathed, and finally walked back above deck. 

Regina's POV 

I sat there, pained and helpless, as the salty tears stuck to my face. I started to contain myself, and calm down, and they started to dry on my cheeks. I then heard his steps, and I realized he was standing out there for a while. Why? Why was he listening to me cry?  At first I thought maybe he was enjoying it, but then I thought about it more, and I felt like that wasn't it. 

I was so exhausted. I had been trying to get away, then of course his punishment, and now sobbing, my energy was drained. I attempted to lay down. I had to curl against the wall, so that the rope didn't pull on my wrists more than it already was. I felt the skin burning under the ropes. My hands stayed above my body a bit as I laid down, in the corner of the wall. I felt my eyes close. 

Regina slept, overly exhausted from what had already happened, and she was awakened with his clambering boots once more. It was still the middle of the night, and his steps were sporadic. He opened the door, roughly, and hung up the lantern. 

Regina blinked her eyes, regaining focus, and staring at him, in the now softly lit room. He leaned in the doorway, his head bobbling a bit. She saw the flask in his hand, and she realized he wasn't sober. 

Sitting herself up, Regina stared at him, and her heart began to beat faster. She didn't know what he would do to her drunk. He had made it clear before that he wouldn't sexually assault her, but men could be different in a drunken state. She was young, but she knew that much. 

He stepped toward her, and untied the rope from the wall. Looking down at her, his eyes were somewhat glazed over, he clearly had plenty of rum in his system. She could smell it. She gulped, and peered up at him, and his hand came onto her face. 

Regina's POV 

His hand was large, it took me by surprise, but he didn't hit me. He gently touched my cheek, sliding his thumb across where my tears had dried. I didn't know what to think, I just stared up at him. I only came to his hips while I knelt there before him. His eyes just sparkled down at me. "So soft," I heard him mutter from his lips. He picked up the rope that dangled from my wrists, and pulled me up to my feet. 

I winced, my behind hurting, and my wrists, and I now reached his chest and shoulders. He tugged me closer to him, and gawked at me it seemed. I had no idea what he was thinking. I didn't know even what I was thinking. 

Killian stood there, staring at her before him, his drunken state slowing his movement and thinking process. He blinked slowly, and took out his flask again, downing the remaining contents, and wiping his lips afterward. 

Picking up the rope again, he turns and tugs her with him. She's startled by his sudden change of pace, and she pulls back against it, despite her wrists burning under it. "No!" She yelps at him. Even drunk, Killian is strong, and whips around, and lifts her up over his shoulder. 

"No!!" Regina struggles, hitting against his back with her tied hands. They entered his quarters once more, he slammed the door behind him, and put her down to her feet. She bolted forward, and he pushed her easily backward. 

Killian walked forward, pressing Regina with his strength, backing her up onto his bed. "NO!!" she kicked her leg at him, and he looped the rope above her as he pinned her against the bed, with her hands over her. "No!!" She screamed at him, desperately. 

He stood up, ignoring her cries, and took off his coat. "Don't!" tears started to prick her eyes. He clasped his hand over her mouth. "SHH! I told you, I'm not that kind of man. I have some form of honor," He said firmly. She breathed heavily, and still afraid. 

"Now, be quiet," He scolds. 

He stared at her, and suddenly, Regina realizes, her hands are free. He had untied them with his hook. His eyes blinked at her, and he stood up and walked to a chair. She sat there, on the bed, staring at him, not knowing what to do. 

"Now, be QUIET and a good girl, and go to sleep," He said sitting in the chair across the room. Regina blinked at him, she knew the door was locked, and she wouldn't get far no matter what. "Go to sleep," He repeated and sat there, looking like he was thinking. 

Regina's mind just raced. 

Regina's POV 

What the hell? What was he doing? He had me terrified for a moment, I thought he was going to.... but he didn't. He just put me there. I couldn't help rubbing my hands over my raw and sore wrists. He was definitely drunk, I watched his head move from side to side clearly incapacitated. I probably could outrun him with him like this. Why the hell wasn't I? 

Regina was exhausted, and she didn't know what to think of this pirate suddenly placing her in a comfortable bed, with her hands freed. With him drunk she could probably get out of there, but then again they were out at sea, and she couldn't just go jumping off a ship. She laid down against the soft pillow and kept her eyes watching him.

Killian started to fade his head going lower, and his eyes looking heavy. With his jacket off now, Regina noticed his sleeve was a bit rolled up on his right arm. She noticed he wasn't really moving, and she walked over to him slowly, and looked at the tattoo on his arm.

'Milah' she read, in the heart with a sword tattoo. Clearly someone he loved. According to the stories she had heard, the Dark One had taken his hand. He grunted softly, sighing, and clearly going to sleep there. 

Regina slowly went back to the bed, and settled into it. She watched him a few moments longer before she couldn't keep her eyes open anymore. The hours that Regina was awake added up to roughly twenty, so she slept, peacefully. 

Killian groaned awake. Circling his stiff neck, and touching his forehead, in discomfort, "Bloody hell," he sighed. Clearly having too much rum the night before, his head pounds a little bit, and he looks over, to see Regina in his bed. 

He remembers that he put her there, and walks over slowly, looking down at her. He sees the red chaffing around her wrists, and stands there, as she softly sighs, still asleep. 

Killian's POV 

She had a lot of character in her face. So much expression, and the curve of her jaw was smooth. When I punished her, of course I noticed her soft skin and the curve of her body, her legs, to her behind. She had a figure for sure. No man could deny that. 

As Regina awoke, she saw him standing there. She shifted herself up. "Come," he commanded. She did as told and followed him, he wrapped his large hand around her upper arm and led her back to the empty room. 

She was confused, "If you're good, I'll leave the ropes off," he said flatly. She stared at him, "Will you behave?" He asked. "Ummm... Yes Sir," She nodded at him. "Good, consider that as a reminder," Killian pointed to the cane on the wall. 

He said nothing more, and started to leave, "But I thought.."Regina stammered. He paused, and didn't look at her, blinking his eyes, "I don't know what you thought, just behave," He said stiffly,  shut the door, and locked it.

Killian's POV 

Damn all hell.