Ahhhhh, I am here to claim that I do not own Once Upon a Time, sadly. And here to inform you that this chapter contains the mention of rape and a Dark!Hook. That's really all. Other than the fact that this story was inspired by a sweet roleplay I turned dark. Let the reading commence. (Excuse the grammar mistakes, and yes, Emma is a little OOC)
Emma was running rampantly through the forest. She had her dress hiked up and held tightly in her hands. She stumbled and fell as her dress caught on a fallen tree branch dug into the ground. She heard the cracking of leafs quickly approaching, in an attempt to escape she ripped her dress up. The dress was no longer at her ankles, but now at her mid-thigh. It was low enough to cover her as she ran, yet high enough for her to continue running faster than before. Emma was panting, she was a simple innocent princess who had been wandering around until she stumbled into a tavern. When she saw the men approach her speaking of a ransom she had left immediately. The princess stopped dead in her tracks as she reached a tall cliff. She looked down at the water and groaned. She heard the snapping grow closer again, as a final attempt Emma plummeted down and into the ocean. She had amazingly dodged the many rocks, but she wasn't very good at swimming. So she simply crawled up on one of the rocks closest to her, which just so happened to be the one farthest out toward the water. She licked her drying lips and looked around. She was going to die here, on a rock, in the ocean. What a cruel fate, but at least she escaped the frightening men from the tavern.
-3 hours earlier-
Emma was a princess, daughter of King "Charming", as everyone called him, and Queen Snow. Emma was sheltered and hated it, she wanted to be free, go on adventures alongside her father. The young princess was tired of her parents trying to force her into marriage. They didn't want to, but it was either that...or a revolt from neighboring lands. Emma had agreed to marry Prince Baelfire, son of Rumplestiltskin. Bae was handsome, charming and all around amazing. She would have fallen for him had he not told her he didn't want the marriage. Emma was not surprised, she wasn't exactly the prettiest princess around. The princess was filled with hurt and loathing. She decided to wander around the forest for a little while to calm herself.
As Emma approached the edge of her beautiful garden, yes her garden, she tried to squeeze through the hedges. Emma got pricked in the process, but she had made it out of that damned castle. She made sure the castle was in her sights as wandered the forest. Every once in a while she would look sadly as her slightly torn dress.
The princess finally came across a small tavern at one of the clearings. It was a little out of place, but she didn't take much head to it. Emma always was a curious girl. When Emma stepped inside she'd wished she hadn't, the smell of sweat and alcohol traveled to her nose. Men stared at her lustfully, suddenly one took into count about how much that dress must have cost. The other of his table mates stood, "We can ransom her for a moderate price if the family thinks she's worth it, if not we could always have a little fun." He stated with a smirk. Emma's eyes grew wide and she high-tailed it out of the tavern and into the forest, running wildly.
-3 Hours Later-
Three hours later Emma was sitting on the rock watching the water splash onto her feet. She had heard a voice, calling for a young woman out in the distance. Emma ignored it and she heard a splash of water. When she noticed the noises of the sloshing water approach she turned and looked at the person swimming. He was coming towards her. She began to panic. When he approached she shivered. The male held his hand out for her "Come, lass. It seems as though you've be left high and dry" The male said, he had a strong yet soothing deep voice. His accent sounded so unusual. Emma looked down at him, he had piercing blue eyes that seemed to see into her soul, the male had jet black hair that was now in a mess from the water. If she wasn't stranded on a rock, fearing for her life she would have noted that he was rather handsome.
Emma weighed her options, die here on a rock, or take the hand of a stranger..."Can you help me?...I don't know how to swim" She was ashamed that her voice was so timid and fearful. She watched the man as he nodded with a comforting smile. Emma slowly lowered herself into his strong, warm arms as he swam further out to sea, towards a boat.
-Hook-
The dark haired male looked down at the girl. He almost felt a tingle of pity for her...almost. When he saw the girl jump off the cliff he figured she was just some daring woman going for a swim. When the girl had come back up, he was amazed to find the girl gasping for air and climbing onto a rock, clinging to it as if it were her heart. He then decided with a devious smirk that this girl could help release the pent up stress he and his crew had been feeling. The girl was helpless on that rock, he would approach like a gentleman, then take her swiftly to his cabin and his way with her, before tossing her to the rest of his lusty crew.
He pulled her up onto the ship and noticed her shivering. He had her in his arms bridal style, his crew had gone to bed for the night, all except the man sitting at the watch tower to guard he ship until morning when he would switch with someone else. The man smirked and carried her into his cabin. He would keep her a secret for a while. When he had set her down on a chair near a rather small round table she was shivering violently. "What's your name, love?" He questioned, but he figured she was of some important status due to the way her dress was. He assumed it was rather beautiful and long before her ventures. He sat faking a kind smile.
-Emma-
Emma looked at him curiously. "First, tell me your name" Her voice was shy and her lips were beginning to turn blue. He walked over to his bed and she watched him suspiciously until he placed a warm blanket upon her shoulders.
"My name is Killian Jones, but most call me...Captain Hook, welcome my dear, to the Jolly Roger" He said as the kindness seemed to slowly dissipate. "Now, come on love. A deal is a deal. Tell me your name." He smirked down to her. Emma was now shaking, she'd heard stories of this man, he was a ruthless pirate whose only love was the sea and blood. She knew he would know if she lied "I'm Princess Emma" She said nervously.
This caused the captain to smirk. She would fetch a hefty price. "Well, looks like we have a royal aboard." He bowed joking causing Emma to glare. "Don't be so angry, girl. Now come...let's get you out of those wet clothes." He whispered in her ear, sending chills down her spine. Her eyes widened when he began sliding his hand up the bottom of her dress. Emma yelped and smacked him across the face. At this Killian growled and gripped her by her throat, tossing her violently onto the bed.
Emma was horrified that he would possibly rape her. She squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them to find the male tying both her hands together above her head at the top of the bed. This caused more panic, but she glared simply trying to keep her strong facade up. The captain sneered. "Go to sleep princess, this will be your home for quite a while." He growled and walked to a desk on the other side of the room. She could hear a chair being pulled out as he sat down and shuffled through papers. Emma let a few tears fall, why did she try to run away? She asked herself this question until she passed out, falling into a deep slumber.
-Hook-
Killian was going through his papers and maps, thinking of his captive as he grabbed a piece of paper and began scribbling down the ransom for the beloved princess. She was feisty, he liked it. He stood when he heard a shifting upon the bed. Hook walked over to the girl, taking in her features, she was the cutest girl he'd ever laid eyes upon. She was a true vision. He noticed tears stained her face, he bent down and gently wiped them away, careful not to wake her. Her face was so soft and had a gorgeous pink tinge to her cheeks. Her lips were full and parted slightly, as if begging the captain to place his lips upon hers. He shook the thought away before taking his clothes off and slipping into the bed next to the girl...not girl...woman. Killian always slept in the nude, seeing no reason to keep clothes on. He fell asleep, thinking of the riches to be gained, trying to cross out his thoughts of the princess writhing beneath him, but alas...he let his mind wander to those sinful dreams as he slept beside the young princess.
