A shiver went sent through me as someone stormed my arm, leading down to my waist. For some reason, Jack's face popped into my head and I started smiling. Turning over, I slowly opened my eyes, expecting him to be there. Instead, I was met with Dorian's face. Before I could stop myself, a gasp escaped my lips, resulting in a chuckle from Dorian.
"I'm glad to see I still have that effect on you." He said, propping himself up on an elbow, the other arm pulling me closer to him.
Not looking at him but instead the ceiling, I said."Are you finally going to let me out, or are you just using me for some pleasure time?"
"Darling Scarlett, I'm am terribly sorry." He kissed my jawline, stroking my cheek where he slapped me."But it was for your own good."
In didn't reply, instead I slipped out of his grip and went into the dining room. Dorian's footsteps were coming towards me but I didn't care. I needed a drink.
"You're not resulting to that are you?" He leaned against the doorframe, watching as I popped the lid off of the rum bottle. Having second thoughts, I drank out of the bottle instead of pouring it in a glass; it saved someone washing up an extra glass.
After taking a large swig, I looked over at him."Oh, I'm sorry? Did I hear that right? You actually care?"
"Don't be like this, darling." He snatched the bottle out of my hands, placing back in the cabinet."I don't have to lock you in again do I?"
"No! Please, don't do that again."
"I knew you would learn." He tilted up my chin, making me look at him."Now clean up and meet me on top deck." Pecking my lips, he smiled as he left the room. Sighing, I headed towards my wardrobe, knowing that in was still trapped under his spell.
As I walked along the top deck, I noticed that none of the men looked at me. Whenever I went near them, they cowered away from me, not daring to go anywhere near me. Obviously, Dorian had threatened them all; and after seeing those three men killed they knew that he was serious. Two arms wrapped themselves around my waist but I didn't panic, I knew it was Dorian. No one else would dare touch me.
The whole time I was in Dorian's arms, he was acting so good to me. There was no mention of locking doors or any violence, just how much he loved me. For a moment, I totally forgot what he had done to me, everything was just perfect. But then I remebered Jack. He was still down there, right below me, waiting for me to get him out. The rest of my time up on deck, I pretended that nothing had happened, just to make Dorian happy; I didn't want to be on his bad side anymore.
"SCARLETT!" Jack's voice screamed in my ears. I was being pushed forward in the room, down the ailse towards the cage. No one was there yet the screaming continued. Suddenly, the door to the cage had been opened, and I had been pushed in. I tried to yell over Jack's scream but even I couldn't hear my own voice. The cage was getting bigger, daunting, doing it's job of scaring me.
The room got darker, soon enough it was pitch black. The screams had stopped, the only sound was my breathing. A noise was getting closer, until it hit me in the face.
"Scarlett! Scarlett, please, calm down." Dorian was holding me to his chest. Taking a few deep breaths, I relaxed a little into his arms. What had just happened? Was that all some sort of message to me? Or was I just going crazy? After a few minutes, I was fully relaxed.
"Are you alright now?" Dorian held me tighter, his head resting on top of mine.
"Yeah, I'm good. Just a bad dream." I sighed as he kissed my cheek. Dorian started to kiss along my jawline, moving down my neck slowly. A moan escaped my lips, even I was shocked at myself.
"Dorian, Dorian we should-" He cut me off by kissing my lips. His hands were roaming everywhere and I found myself doing exactly the same as he lowered me down on the bed. Nothing mattered anymore, just him, me and no interruptions.
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Sparrow's Pearl
Fanfic(Sequel to 'You Mean 'Captain' Jack Sparrow') A year has passed since the death of Captain Jack Sparrow. Scarlett Pearl has fallen into a deep depression, drinking away her sorrows every night. Her mind is full of terrors, nightmares, and the faces...
