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yES. Tis me. How have ya'll been cuz good ive been dying in college work but now ya girl's freee!!! I hope everyone is healthy and safe with this virus going around. But the main problem right now is why tf are mcdonalds taking so long. WHY!? Also yes I have gone missing for the past...however long idek and im sorry (haha just checked it was a whole ass year) but college work had to come first. So here is chapter 5. At this point its been so long that ive completely lost the main plot ideas. Sooooooooo enjoy??~~~
It had been about 15 minutes since my "visitor" had gone up to the deck. I was still sitting in the same position, back hurting but at this point I wasn't one to complain about pain this dull. Where I hurt the most was my heart...and my head. For heavens sake! This darn headache was starting to feel like someone bashed my head into a brick wall, while nails were being scraped across a chalkboard!
A few more minutes passed as I was picking at my nails once again until my ears picked up on a heavier pair of foot steps descending down into the brig.
'It's not the same person', I thought to myself as the other bastards footsteps were much lighter and seemed to drag into a slow stride. This pair, however, seemed more precise with his steps and fast paced.
'What the hell y/n, are you bored to the point you became a critic on footsteps?' Even though I was on high alert with the new and unfamiliar pirate that these steps belonged to, I remained my gaze solely of my fingers to try and further distract myself from how nervous it was making me. 'I just hope he's as unsociable as the other one.'
However, despite my best efforts to 'calm myself ' down and ignore his presence, him clearing his throat caught me completely off guard, slightly jumping out of my skin as a result. Was I so focused on remaining calm that I didn't even notice him staring at me?
"Water. Drink it." This new stranger said to me sternly. Had he said it anymore so and you would think I was being trained in the army. Just who does this bastard think he is, to treat me as some...some dog! Utterly shocked and ticked off, I glared up at his face while he looked down upon me. However, feeling the oncoming pressure from his own, my gaze only wandered to the cup of water he was holding as a result.
'Is it poisoned? Hah, about time they decide how to dispose of me. Though I guess poisoning may be a pirate's own twisted method of showing mercy towards women?' Within thinking this, the new pirate continued to study my change in expression, only to slightly scoff at me as a response. "Heh, pretty sombre look you got going on there missy. And I thought we were being pretty good hosts." I looked back at him, meeting his sarcastic smile which only made me to seethe with rage. 'Good hosts?! Am I a joke? A group of rats would be better hosts than these scumbags.' I thought, but as a response I only frowned at him while shifting my chained wrists together and make a pathetic attempt in raising them up.
I again attempted to speak up to protest, but to no avail my voice was still strained and barely audible. Especially with the water just a step away from me, it made me realise just how dry and sore my throat really was when a scratching pain I didn't even feel before became more apparent. Just how much smoke did I inhale?
He stood there, almost seeming to look disgusted with my depressing state and crouched down to my level. "Well? Are you trying to drink it with your eyes? I'm starting to lose my patience so take the damn water!" He quickly extended his arm so that the cup was inside the cell and the abrupt stop caused some of it to splash on my face. 'Well, if it's poisoned it better be quick. I just want to see my family again...".
Hesitant at first, I extended my shackled hands up towards the cup but was again reminded of how weak my body was right now. 'How embarrassing...' I thought. The fact that I couldn't even pick up a simple cup forced me to turn my head away from it in shame. Meanwhile, the pirate continued to stare at me, obviously irritated with the situation. With the purple bruising that's clearly visible in a dimly lit prison around my wrists and ankles, how are they to expect any movement from me without any signs of weakness or fatigue. It kind of pisses me off...
The pirate was beginning to lose his patience dangerously fast as he kissed his teeth in annoyance of my actions and used his free hand to grab my jaw and turn my head in his direction, forcing me to hold his gaze. "Clearly, princess, you need some help with that. So stop being so damn stubborn and drink the damn water." Even without raising his voice, his tone still seemed just as threatening.
Mortified with how he suddenly grabbed my face, I begin to struggle by turning my head in the every direction possible to get out of his grasp. Even though I knew this would be testing him even more than any sane person would when face-to-face with a pirate, I just couldn't bring myself to accept any help from them, ESPECIALLY this particular group. Despite my desperate attempt in this, realising the menacing glare he was giving me now clearly reminded me of his nature as a pirate, their nature. The memories of the incident on my father's ship came flooding in like a tidal wave, holding me in place with fear and no longer having the will or energy to struggle. All I could do now was tremble in his hand.
Upon seeing my reaction, he pulled a smile that sent shivers down my spine. He must have enjoyed my expression just now... "Good lass." he says while bring the other hand with the cup in it towards my mouth. "Now, whether you want to or not, I couldn't care any less. But on this ship, our words are law for you. So if I tell you to drink, I don't care if you have no hands or have a sword through your guts, I EXPECT you to drink! Savvy?" After this short outburst, he forces me to open my mouth with one hand while pouring the water down my throat with the other. The sudden action made it hard for me to suppress my fear and caused me to choke and cough a few times as it caught me off guard. I tried my best to control my coughing and gagging, but after a few more loud splutters and coughs which caused some of the water to splash onto his hand, he removed his grip on me, dropped the cup to the ground and proceeded to wipe his hand on his hip. I coughed some more and managed to take a few shaky breaths in, gasping for air as if I had just been saved from drowning.
It's pretty ironic really, my greatest wish right now is to end it all now, but my natural instincts won't even allow that. Even though I was in no real danger, the thought of me really drowning in such a pathetic state such as this still managed to make me tremble with fear and anxiety. I miss my Father, Abby and even my Mother who I hold very little memories of. These emotions all came crashing down on me, I was trying so hard to pull through and stay strong. I wanted to live and get revenge on these bastards. But right now, my heart felt like it was being torn apart. I couldn't help myself from crying in despair and completely exposed to the pirate's judgement in front of me. Even with his looks of disgust, confusion and annoyance all blended onto his face, I just couldn't act strong anymore. It hurt too much to feel completely alone and stuck in despair.
If there is a God... Please, help me.
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AHA you bastards I finished this chapterrrrr OMG I bet ya'll are pissed rn. Sorry for that year gap. Also was my birthday 2 days ago soooooo. Ok this is making no sense. This chapter was pretty short and kinda depressing at the end. Oops sorry but I just wanna try make the feelings going through the reader in this situation feel real. You do not know how many fanfictions I've read (im looking at you mafia bts ff's) where the reader takes one look at their face and is like...Yea, I can get behind this surprise adoption where I've been taken against my will. Next thing you know 2 chapters in and they're married. Dude?! what? Anywhooo I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Hopefully I will be making more frequent posts. If you have any ideas as to what you want to see in the next chapter, just let me know and i'll add it in, but ONLY if it's relevant. ok my side hoes, till next time <3.
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