Enslaved

Chapter 6

Emma's POV:

My heart shattered at his words. I don't like lying, but in this case I have to. I sigh and continue to lay there. All of the sudden, I start coughing up blood. Tears stream down my face as I get covered in the thick, red liquid. Killian picks me up and runs me to his bathroom as I continue to hack, covering Killian and I in my blood. He sets me down in front of the toilet and I start to throw up blood. He rubs my back, trying to soothe me, but I wince. He removes his hand from my back and holds my hair up instead. Eventually I stop and catch my breath. Killian goes out of the room and returns with a cool cloth and a cup of water. He helps me sit on the toilet and once I'm sitting, he holds the cool cloth on my forehead. He offers me the water but I refuse, not wanting to provoke my stomach at the moment. I take deep, shaky breaths as my heart slows it's self back to normal. Killian and I stare into each other's eyes, his are filled with pain and sadness. "You going to tell me what's wrong now?" He asks. "I'm probably just sick." I lie. He shakes his head and looks away from me, while keeping the cloth on my forehead. I don't know why it hurts so much to lie to him, well lying in general breaks my heart, but for some reason when I lie to him... I just want to cry. He's treated me like dirt for weeks, but from what I've heard, he's apparently treating me the best. He looks back at me with begging eyes, almost as if he's going to break down. "Please, Swan. Please." He begs in a croaky voice. He sets the water on the counter and then grabs one of my blood covered hands, and takes it in his. He holds my hand, using his thumb to draw imaginary circles as he begs me to tell him. I sigh and nod.

"Alright, I'll.. I'll tell you." I let out in a shaky voice. He smiles a little, still holding my hand in his. "On my first day here, I was cleaning the canons while you were inspecting the dungeons.. one of the crew members started to flirt with me but I turned him down. He grabbed me... an- and h- he." I stop to take a deep breath, holding back tears. "He what, Swan?" He asks, encouraging me to continue. "He kissed me, hard and wouldn't stop. I managed to push him away and punch him in the face, but that only angered him." At this point, Killian is crushing my weak hand with his grip as anger flashes in his eyes. I ignore the pain, knowing he's trying to restrain himself. "Two other men g-grabbed me and h-held me in place as he whi-whipped me, 3 times, before letting me go." I look down, letting a few tears slip from my eyes before looking back at Killian. His eyes are filled with rage and pain. "I want to see." He says bluntly. I swallow hard and look away. "No, I'm fine."  "Swan, the cuts are making you sick. You didn't clean them and now they are most likely infected. Now, Let Me See." He demands. A tear slips from my eyes, but I quickly wipe it and nod. He picks me up bridal style, and carries me to his bedroom. He then sets me down and I sit on the edge, letting my feet dangle. He sits behind me and barely touches my back with his soft fingers. I wince and he removes his touch. I slowly unbutton my shirt and slowly slide it off my body, wincing and groaning. I grab my hair and pull it up into a messy bun, giving him a clear view of my back. He stays silent as he gazes at my injured back.

"Who did this to you?" He growls. "I-I don't know his name." I stutter. "What are you going to do?" I ask. "Well first, you're going to let me clean this up. Then I'm going to murder who did this." He states without hesitation. I nod slowly. "I'm sorry, I should of just let him-" Before I can finish, his hand is over my mouth. "Hush darling, relax. You were right to do what you did." He says in a soothing voice. There's that rare vulnerability. I swallow and nod. "How bad is it?" He sighs. "Well, it's not pretty but I can help. It is going to hurt a lot." He says calmly. I nod and squeeze my eyes shut. "That's my fault, I should of just told you." I admit. I turn to face him and he gives me a soft smile. "Aye, you should of, but that's in the past. Now lets get you cleaned up." With that, he leaves the room. A few minutes later he returns with a needle and thread, 3 bottles of rum, bandages, towels, and a heating pad. How does he have a heating pad? Never mind that, why does he have so much rum? He is so weird. I don't want a drunk fixing my wounds.