The Blood On My Hands

You wanted something different. You were tired of the life that was dictated to you. In polite society you are meant to be seen, not heard. Used but never seen. At the mercy of a man that valued you only for your ability to give him children. You found a tiny bit of freedom in James. Choosing him, falling for him, and making plans to flee with him. That is until a new monster enters your life. You almost had the freedom you craved, with the one you were obsessed with, but this isn't freedom. Could this be worse than the hell you were bound to? Or is being bound to the most ruthless pirate the actual freedom you were looking for? In becoming Steve's will you also find yourself - and freedom? Is there only room for one person in your heart, or must you survive with the one that burned himself into your soul?

A/N: This is a dark fic. It will include themes of misogyny, kidnapping and being held captive, forced voyeurism, branding, choking, teasing, spanking, manhandling, degradation, objectification, weapon play, wax play, dacryphilia, loss of innocence, conspiracy, and more. Read all warnings before each part. Minors DNI