The Princess and The Pirate

Plan A

Killian's POV

I moaned as I watched my blood trickle past my eyes. 

"What's the matter, Pirate? Don't like the sight of blood?" she taunted me, laughing cruelly.

 "I just don't like the sight of my blood." I growled. She pushed me to the floor. 

"Well, I didn't like the sight of his blood. But you didn't care, did you?" she hissed in my ear. 

"I don't know what you're talking about! You can torture me all you want but I won't remember something I don't know." I groan. She laughs mockingly. 

"I'm not torturing you for answers, you dumb pirate. I'm torturing you because it's fun!" She was insane. She placed her knife under my chin and pushed my head up, making me look at her. I felt the sharp sting of the blade cutting me and the warm trickle of blood and I winced. She trailed her fingers along the cut and along the side of my face. My blood dropped onto her fingers and she licked it up. I felt like I was going to be sick. 

She laughed softly and grabbed the collar of my jacket, pulling her towards me and kissing me. I wanted to push her away and wash my mouth out. The only person I wanted to kiss was Emma. I missed her so much. Would I ever see her again? Or would I die in this damn prison cell? She pulled away from me and pouted. 

"Kiss me, Killian. Kiss me." she whispered in my ear. 

"Why don't you just force your lips onto mine again?" I growled. She slapped me. 

"Don't talk to me like that!" She spat. I stared at her, giving her a dirty look. She chuckled. 

"I want you to choose to kiss me. I want you to place your lips on mine. And if you refuse......well, you don't want to know what happens if you refuse." she said, dragging her fingers along my face. "The only woman I kiss is Emma Swan." I snap. 

She slices the knife across my face, cutting it open. I yelp and my hands goes to the cut. 

"HOW DARE YOU REFUSE TO KISS ME! YOU DAMN PIRATE!" She screams. Her eyes drill into my head and she breathes harshly. 

"You need to be punished. I need to leave a permanent mark on you. Something that will always remind of me. Something that will destroy the love Emma Swan has for you." she whispers . She pulls my sleeve back and angles her knife. What is she about to do? I brace myself for the pain but I'm still caught off guard as she plunges the knife deep into my arm. I look away, not wanting to see my own blood. I feel her move the knife up and down, pushing it out and in. God, it hurts so much. I scream. I wish I was dead. I wish I didn't have to feel this way anymore. 

"Just kill me already." I moaned. She laughed and pushed my head till it faced my arm. The sight of it made me feel weak and sick. I moaned as Victoria laughed evilly. 

Emma's POV

We've been searching all day but we still haven't found Killian. He could be dead by the time we get to him. My heart clenches at the thought of seeing Killian's dead body. Of loosing him. Of never getting to kiss him again. I trace my lips as I remember the feel of his lips. I love him so damn much. I love his chuckle. I love the feel of his hands on my body. I love the way he looks at me. I have to find him. I can't fail this mission. Or my whole world will end. Killian is my whole world. I'm going to find him. 

"I'm going to find you, Killian." I whisper to myself. "Don't worry. I'm going to rescue you." 

"Of course you will." Mary-Margaret said, trying to comfort me. I nodded. 

"Me and your father used to say something to each other. That we would always find each other." she explained. 

"It didn't help us at first. But, it made us believe in our love and each other. Gave us hope and strengthened our bond. And that hope and strong bond is what helped us find each other." she told me.