"Of course. And, why not? Why wouldn't the ship be attacked while I'm tied to the fucking mast." I scoffed, rolling my eyes. When it rains, it pours. Literally. I awoke in a storm, tied to the mast of a foreign ship. I had no memories. I had no name. I had nothing - until the pirates came. ...
"Shut up." He bellowed. "Do not speak unless you're spoken to." He squeezes my neck once more before roughly shoving away, my head snapping back at the force. "The *only* thing I want to hear from these luscious lips is those pretty little whimpers you're going to be making." ⋆⛧*-------- ﹤୨♡୧﹥...
"The same segment repeated on loop, the transmission cutting in and out. The picture flickers and the sound on the TV fades in and out as static fills the empty screen before it comes to life again. The emergency warning sound echoes in the background between words. Bombs...