WARNING:Non con sexual themes ahead, if you don't like it then don't read. You have been warned.
Chapter 4: Punishment
They walked silently for a few minutes. Passers by giving her curious, anxious and even amused glances here and there but nothing more.
Not one person tried to help her. No one even seemed to care that Harry was pulling a helpless girlcarelessly down the street with a length of rope.
The pathways seemed to get narrower the closer they got to the shore, until soon the air started to get foggy and it was getting slightly hard to see.
Suddenly a glum looking boy wearing a dark blue leather jacket and beanie came out of the fog and accidently bumped into Harry's shoulder.
"Sorry-" The stranger said, and before he realized his mistake of apologizing on the isle, Harry recognized him the moment he saw his face and whacked him so hard with his hook that it knocked him out cold.
Lydia gasped in shock at the sudden aggression. Harry noticed and grinned menacingly at her before turning to his friend. "Gil, ye know what te do. Take beasty boy te the brig." He ordered, and with that said, it was just Lydia and Harry once again. She couldn't help but wonder why Harry wanted the boy locked up in the first place.
They didn't walk far before they started hearing other voices. "... Give her a couple hours to cool off." A male's voice was saying.
"She's here." Harry whispered, more to himself than to anyone.
"Uh, guys?" Said another unknown voice. "Where's Ben?"
Then three voices all at once started shouting the kings name until a girl spotted Harry's silhouette in the dark. "Ben! Don't scare us like that!"
Harry chuckled, stepping into the light,revealing himself and his favourite little prisoner.
"Don't scare you?" He repeated mockingly at the blue haired girl, who narrowed her eyes when she saw him. "But that's my specialty." He grinned madly at all three of them.
The white haired boy couldn't take his eyes off of him, as though he was staring directly at the devil himself. Lydia could relate.
The girl was beautiful, she wore only blue, her hair included, except the pretty gold and red trinkets scattered a little all over her. "Harry," She seethed. "What did you do with Ben?"
The other boy had long brown hair, a yellow, red and blue leather jacket and he was probably the only one who saw Lydia's bound hands and tear struck face, for he looked at her in shock, then pity until he turned his gaze back towards Harry.
"Oh, uh, we nicked him. Mm-hmm. Yeah." He gestured towards the dark alley they'd just walked through. "And if you want to see him again, have Mal come to the Chip Shop tonight. Alone. Uma's gonna discuss the terms."
"Fine. But only if you let her go first." The long haired boy demanded, stepping a little closer to him, trying to seem threatening only to trip a little as he did so.
Harry cackled, gripping Lydia's rope a little tighter almost as if he was still slightly concerned they'd take her away from him. "Aw, Jay seems like ye lost yer touch." He teased, before his tone took a more sinister tone. "This one ain't goin' anywhere, ye try an' take her away an' I won't hesitate te hook ya. If ye don't come later, yer precious beasty boy will be fish bait by noon tomorrow."
It wasn't an empty threat, he was dead serious and the three of them remained silent, unsure how to respond. Harry sneered. "Buh-bye now." He waved sarcastically at them before he turned to the quiet one and much to the mermaid's confusion, barked in his face.
Then he turned around slowly, whistling as he dragged Lydia along behind him.
She resisted a little more this time, looking back at the trio desperately for help, but they just stood there, watching her sadly as she struggled not to fall over.
"Help me," She whimpered, luckily for her, Harry didn't hear her. "Please..." They couldn't do anything ti save her then, not with their friends life at stake, but Lydia was desperate.
When they reached his ship, he bought her back into his cabin, locked the door and pinned her up against the wall. "Ye know what happens now." He smiled deviously.
Lydia shook her head worriedly. He said he would punish her. She dreaded to think what he had in mind. "P-please." She whispered, her hands still firmly secured.
He placed a finger on her lips, before suddenly pushing himself off of her and taking off his jacket, throwing it carelessly across the room.
"Lydia, Lydia, Lydia..." He started, now cornering her so that she couldn't escape, not that she could anyway. "I did warn ya; pretty little thieves like yerself don't go unpunished." He tugged at her corset a little, grinning cruelly before using his hook to finally cut the ropes that bound her.
She bit her lip, frightened as he then slowly bought the sharp object under her chin. Harry took her dreaded silence as a sign to keep taunting her.
"I coulda taken yer right then and there when I saw ye pretty little face down by the docks... I would've too." He glanced at her legs, where her tail would have been. "But I got a wee bit distracted, didn' I? Hm?"
Lydia avoided his gaze, afraid of what lied behind his cold ocean eyes. Once more, her reply was nothing but heavy anxious breathing.
Harry slowly pushed a strand of her chestnut hair behind her ear, before his next words broke the short yet sinister silence. "But not tonight! I dinnae care what Uma said, I won't let ye rest. I'm the c'ptain! I can do whatever I want with ya." He cackled. "So t'night I'm gonna show yer what I do te pretty helpless thieves like yerself."
Before she could process his words, he yanked the corset off of her with ease, then without the slightest of warnings, he picked her up over his shoulder and slammed her down onto his bed.
She yelped a little when he roughly pulled down her skirt, somehow causing her boots to come off in the process.
"Wha-what are you d-doing?" She finally asked, her heart pounding faster with every beat. Of course, what Harry had in mind was something Lydia had never experienced before. Her lower body wasn't made to be used that way.
Harry climbed over her, until his face was lingering hauntingly over hers. He didn't answer her question, instead he chuckled cruelly at her before he began planting sore hickeys all over her neck and collar bone.
She fought back as hard as she could, getting a few good kicks here and there, and at one point she even managed to get away, only for Harry to lash out and slap her brutally across the cheek before dragging her back to the bed. "Try and run again and I'll break both of yer legs. And that would be a waste of one of yer precious scales, now wouldn't it?"
It only got worse from there on, he started on his belt, making sure she could see it, how easy it would be for him to beat her to a heap on the floor with its sharp buckle and studs. "Spread yer legs." He growled, pushing them further then she could hold.
Then suddenly, a new kind of pain she'd never felt shot through her, he was inside of her, tearing the poor girl apart. He didn't care about her tears or muffle her screams, he reveled in them. He didn't care that she didn't want it, if she felt humiliated, if he hurt her. No doubt anyone around the docks heard her pleas for help that night.
"Get off me!" She sobbed. "GET OFF! Stop please! Please..."
It lasted a while, perhaps two to three hours, maybe more. She stopped fighting after a while, knowing that whatever she did to defend herself would only end up in more bruises.
"Please, please... Let me go. Please!"
So she cried and begged through it all, letting Harry punish her for a crime she never got the chance to commit. His stupid hook in his hands the whole time, reminding her how she got into this mess in the first place. Had she not seen it, she would still be in the ocean, swimming carelessly, free and happy.
It was over now, her body pained and broken. He had ruined her. When he finally got off of her, she curled into a ball on his bed, sobbing and shaking while he got dressed once again.
He threw her a small simple little dress and she put it on without a second thought. At one point she would never have thought of wearing human clothes... But now, she couldn't stand Harry's eyes watching her. She couldn't look at the bruises and cuts he had given her.
He grabbed her and pulled her off of the bed. His hand felt like a rusty chain had been wrapped around her wrist, yanking her further and further away from home.
She hadn't stopped crying yet, but she could see clearly enough to know he was taking her to the brig. She didn't mind it down there though, at least that meant Harry wouldn't taunt her all night.
He opened her cell door and threw her down there for the second time. "Sleep tight, I hope ye learned yer lesson... If not, well, I might have te enjoy myself a bit more tomorrow, ey?" She didn't dare to look at him as she hugged her knees to her chest, sobbing her eyes out.
With one last satisfied glance at his prisoner, he locked the door and left, slamming the other door behind him as he did so.
She didn't notice the boy in the cell beside hers until he spoke up. "Are you okay?" He asked, noticing the hickeys, bruises and small scratches from Harry's hook that the small dress he gave her didn't cover up. It wasn't hard to tell what she'd just been through.
Lydia looked up in the direction of the voice and remembered the boy Harry had knocked out in the alley. Her tears were too much for her to respond verbally so instead she merely shook her head miserably. What kind of question was that? Of course she wasn't't okay.
He gave her a sad look, "I'm Ben. Don't worry, my friends will get us out of here soon. You can come back with us. What's your name?"
Her eyes widened at the sudden kindness. She sniffed, wiping her tear struck pale face. "Y-you're king Ben?" She realized and he nodded. "I-I'm Lydia... But you... You don't understand... H-He won't let me go, h-he needs me. B-besides you don't k-know me... Why would you help me?"
Ben titled his head slightly, wondering what else Harry would keep her for. "Because you need it. And you're clearly not a villain. Are you?"
Lydia shook her head. "I-I don't know what I am anymore... H-he broke me." She whispered, feeling utterly pathetic.
"Well, what were you?" He asked her, trying to get her to think about something other than Harry.
She gave him a sideways glance. He was from Auradon... He wouldn't hurt her for her tail. She could trust him. "I-I'm a mermaid..."
Ben realized what her situation was. He knew what powers her tail could hold and the thought of a villain using that power could destroy Auradon.
"It'll be okay." He promised. "I won't leave here without you."
She gave him a grateful nod, but from where she sat, he too was behind bars. What could he do to save her?