Hi guys, This chapter took me sooooo long to write! I had a cold today and I spent my day surrounded by Kleenex and Halls for my throat, while watching Saved by the Bell! Once I finally got my lazy ass up, I got to writing! Hope you enjoy, thanks for the reviews, and have fun with this chapter! All about some action... and an introduction to the Rakyat!

THIS HAS BEEN EDITED 05/02/2016

You have the right to take my life. But know, I will also take yours.

Chapter 7: Attack

For the next two days, Vaas completely ignored Myra. During the night, she could hear him tormenting the other captives, mostly the new ones. He did cut that guys dick off, which he was proud to say aloud. He had been roaming around the cage beside Myra's, telling a story that had no point, when a man told him to shut up. Vaas' anger grew high, even Myra could feel it. The other captives cringed in their spots as the pirate lord made his way to the man, feet pounding the jungle floor. He kicked the man through the cage and then bellowed,"don't you fucking tell me to shut up! I AM THE FUCKING KING OF THIS KINGDOM AND NO ONE TELLS ME WHAT TO DO! HEY! Look at me! Look me in the fucking eye!" The man looked up, hope completely lost. "You're my bitch. I'm the one with the fucking dick. Not you, certainly, amigo. I cut yours off days ago. How does that feel, hm? Feel like a man now? Feel tough, hm, hermano? Hey! Answer me when I fucking talk to you!"

"Please," the man murmured, slumping down on his side. Vaas couldn't believe it. Myra watched him grow even calmer. Why? Myra couldn't bring herself to understand this man.

"That's it," he said. "Beg for your life like a fucking dog. C'mon, go on." His voice was getting gentler, and his eyes malicious, like if he was enjoying it. And oh boy he was! Myra caught on that he wanted people to beg for their lives, he wanted to see the last flicker of hope disappear, wanted to be the one to take it away. Though the man didn't beg anymore, Vaas continued to watch him. After a moment of senseless staring, Vaas chuckled. "You're just worth too much, hermano. Maybe if you weren't worth as much, I'd kill you." And to that he strolled off into the jungle. Myra knew he was going to another little camp, she just hoped it wasn't to go see Ella.

She wondered where that one was, and if she was still even alive. Myra counted in her head and calculated that she had been here at most one week. Which meant her parents had still a week to pay, and if Vaas was a man of his word, he'd keep the three alive. But what about Jake that she saw hanging, half dead, on a tree? Did Vaas put him up there still alive, intending to kill him, or just for display? She tended to go for the latter one. Vaas liked to display his accomplishments, like trophies. Myra just hoped that her parents would send the money, and her friends could get out of here. She knew they would never let them go back home, that was off Myra's list of hopes. She knew they'd be shipped off to whoever bought them and Vaas would probably use the money from her people for his own, sick pleasures. She just hoped she wasn't one of his sick pleasures.

During the day, Myra could hear Vaas yelling at the men who were in charge of the extension to his shanty. He yelled absolute senseless words, but it made Myra smile. Why, though? Because it's just how twisted Myra's humor is. She didn't want to go live in his shanty, though, completely at his mercy, which she hated above all. She hated having something of hers, depend on someone else. A great example; Myra's life was in Vaas' hands. She hated being at someone's mercy, doing something because they threaten her of taking away something. The only real things Vaas could take away that wouldn't bother her like her life, was her friends and a fuck. She knew he wouldn't fail next time he'd try to rape her. Myra would rather be dead than have to live her whole life with a memory of that sort.

It was on the third morning that Vaas came to see Myra. She had just finished eating her bowl of rice that she was beginning to hate, and drinking some rain water, and was now sitting in the corner. She stared at the ground, wondering how Vaas would look like without a dick. No, not physically, but metaphorically. Would he still walk around his camp like he was the shit? Would he still scream and wave his pathetic gun around if he knew nothing hung between his legs? How manly, just how manly, would he act then?

"Good morning, pera." His voice broke through her thoughts. She looked up and saw him standing there, clean. Well, the cleanest Vaas could be. He still had dirt on his arms and under his nails, but his face wasn't so bad. He gave her a toothy smile and crouched down. Boy, he took good care of those white teeth!

"Hello," she answered coldly. He chuckled, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index.

"You know," he started, lifting his head back up to look at her. His eyes were different today, had more green then the last time she'd looked in them. She liked them better green. Wait, what are you thinking Myra? You don't like him, at all, remember he tortured your friends, and tried to rape you! Myra's thoughts were going crazy in her head and her heart was starting to beat faster. "I go through a big fucking deal to put an extension to my shanty for you, and you can't even say good morning?" he asked, giving her a frown that knitted his eyebrows together forcefully. She looked at him with a confusion. "I'm listening," he chanted, leaning over with a hand cupped around his left ear. Myra forced a growl back, knowing what he would most likely do if she hadn't held it back.

"Good morning," she said, her voice ringing with sarcasm. He smiled proudly.

"It's so good to see you Vaas," he urged her to continue. Myra shook her head slightly.

"It's so good to see you Vaas," she spoke through clenched teeth. Where was he going with this? It was making her itchy, itchy to slap that grin off his shit eating face!

"I dreamed of you last night," he ranted. Myra's eyebrows went up as she watched him with his hand still cupped around his ear.

"Momma always told me it's bad to lie," she responded, much to Vaas' discontent. He sighed and dropped his hand. He started to draw small circles in the dirt, his eyebrows raising.

"I was just beginning to have some fun, pera," he said, a fake tone of sadness in his voice. He looked up and waved her over. "Get closer, I've got something to tell you." He waved her over again and she rolled her eyes, but scooted over to him. When she got to where he was crouched, she could almost feel the heat coming off of his skin because of their proximity. Her heart sped and she frowned. And now you get nervous? she asked herself. Vaas passed a hand through the caging and touched her arm. She didn't flinch. His touch wasn't new. He raked his rough hands up and down the length of her arm, stopping up at her shoulder and down at the tips of her fingers. His eyes followed his movements, like he didn't want to miss a thing. If he was going to feel her skin, he was going to have to see it too. Myra looked away from him as he continued to pass his fingers on her flesh. Her bruises had faded, but the dirt still coated her. She knew she must look like she spent a week in menour (and she did!), but hey, no one offered her a bath so it isn't her fault.

Vaas's hand got bolder, if it wasn't already, and snaked up to her shoulder, skimming her collar bone and got hold of her neck. She turned her eyes to him then, blue orbs meeting crazy green ones. They stared at each other while Vaas had hold of her neck and rubbed circles on the skin with his thumb. It was a gentle gesture, but she could feel him getting impatient. He wanted something more. Just at that moment, he pulled her head towards him, Myra's eyes growing bigger. Was he going to kiss her? Yes.

Vaas had her lips trapped under his. He moved them once, while Myra stood still as ice, shocked to the bone. WHAT THE FUCK!? she wanted to yell. He moved his lips again, trying to pry hers open with his tongue, but she denied access. She was too shocked. Why would a pirate lord, who is a mad man, a junkie (probably), and a participant in human trafficking, kiss her? It was just out of her mind. His lips were becoming impatient due to her lack of cooperation, and he got hungrier. He pressed harder on her mouth, his hand on her neck pressing hard on the flesh. She could feel the heat of his face on hers, while his lips molded, begging her lips to move.

"Vaas!" someone yelled. Vaas pulled away sharply, turning his head to the intruder. Myra sat there, eyes wide and shock painting her features.

"What is it, Ben!?" Vaas shouted. "Can't you see that I'm fucking busy right now!?"

"I-I'm sorry, but the R-Rakyat are coming," the man stuttered. Myra snapped out of her daze, bringing her eyes up to the man, a frown on her face. Vaas slipped his hand from her neck and stood. He chuckled loudly.

"You're fucking kidding, right?" he asked as Myra stood as well, a bit shaken. "Those fuckers don't know what they're up for... again." Vaas turned to Myra, who looked at him, head a bit low, still shaken by the kiss. He smiled at her, flashing his teeth. "Well, it looks like we're going to have to pick off where we left when I return," he announced with another chuckle. He turned around, excited almost like a child, and jogged away.

Myra stood there, questions flooding her brain. Who were the Rakyat?

She stood there for a long time, mentally battling with herself over many subjects. She paced in her cage while the other captives stared at her, fear masking their dirty faces. She didn't care. She didn't know these poor people. She looked up at the sky when she heard thunder. Oh, great, a thunderstorm. There was one yesterday during the night, and she had been cursing the air for hours trying to get the rain to stop (how stupid was that?). It wouldn't take long until the first drop of water fell, and then it would call down its' buddies and it would rain like hell for probably most of the day. Myra sighed. Then she heard the gunshots.

It was far away, but she could still hear them, like little pops in the air. There was a loud clatter, more gunshots, and then yells. The yells were mainly Spanish, with some English words thrown in. There was a rustle in the jungle and then the gunshots started... and never ended. They drove Myra crazy and scared to the bone. I guess the Rakyat aren't very welcomed, she thought. She crouched down in the deepest corner of her cage and waited with all the other captives, as petrified as her. The shots were coming closer with every passing second, and Myra could just imagine how it looked like out there. Vaas' men filed out of their shanties, AKs in hand, and running to the war zone. They were all gone, leaving their captives behind, but of course locked up.

A huge rustle came from the jungle behind her. Behind? Someone was there?

And as soon as she thought that, a figure emerged from the jungle. It was a man, shirtless, with long black hair tied behind his head, and tattoos littering his chest, arms, and back. He had on animal print cut out shorts and no shoes. Myra only had time to notice the machete in his hands as he ran like the wind to her cage. With one whip of his weapon, he had broken the lock. Punk ass lock, Myra thought as she got up. She pushed hesitantly through the door, looking back to see the man liberating all the other captives. His face was scrunched up in concentration, eyes low, and mouth taunt. Who was he? The Rakyat? She didn't have time to ask him due to his speed and how quick he regained the jungle. Myra was left to herself, wondering the camp like a lost puppy while the others ran after the man in the jungle.

A bullet whizzed by her ear, making her crouch down on her knees. She looked around, her eyes darting for the source of that bullet, even though hundreds were being fired in the jungle. Her hair framed her face, covering her peripheral vision, just as she heard the booming voice of Vaas. "Those fuckers think they can come into my camp!" A zillions shots fired at the same time and then a pause. "Think again, cocksuckers!" Feet pounded the ground in her direction. "Get 'em you fucks!" Vaas' voice again. Myra was scared, not knowing where to run and hide. She finally decided to move from her extremely vulnerable spot, to hide behind a hut. She ran just as a drop hit her forehead. Fuck.

She hit the hut just as another drop landed on her arm, making her look up. The sky was grey, littered with clouds. Great, now she'd have to find out a plan of escape in the rain. Yes, she wanted to find out who the Rakyat were, because that's how twisted her curiosity was. Yet she also had to get the fuck out. While the others ran for their lives in the jungle, Myra stood behind a shanty, perking her ears for any kind of information.

A battle erupted in the camp. The same strange men as the one who freed her ran into the camp. Vaas' men followed close behind. "Take 'em down with your knives, boys, this is like fucking practice," she heard Vaas say. That is when she peaked around the hut, crouched on her knees, and saw just how young the Rakyat men were. One was barely seventeen, while the oldest was maybe twenty, like her. Their chests were thin, their hair wasn't long, and they seemed scared shitless. There was maybe seven left. Maybe they had been more, but Vaas and his men probably shot them down in the jungle back there.

The rain started to pool from the sky and now Myra was blinded. She squinted her eyes just in time to hear the AK go off and see the small bodies fall to the ground, dead. "CLEAN THIS SHIT UP!" Vaas' voice boomed over the rain. She couldn't stay here for long. Vaas would notice his missing captives and would be on her heels anytime.

She waited, crouched in the mud now, for awhile, until she heard the scream. "FUCK!" It was Vaas. Oh God. "THEY FREED THE FUCKING MERCHANDISE!" Shitshitshit. Myra pushed deeper behind the hut, trying to hide herself better. The rain soaked through her clothes, made her hair stick to her forehead, and she felt like she was drowning. Although, it was nice to feel the water cleanse her skin. She could make a run for it now, pounce into the jungle, and run until she hit the beach. She could do it now, but why wasn't she? Why?

Because she had felt something when Vaas kissed her.

For such a long time, when boys had kissed her before, she'd felt nothing. Yeah, she'd felt their lips, their greed and hunger, but nothing inside. She'd never felt the pinch in her stomach, the butterflies, nor the buzz in her head. It was all just something her friends had told her she'd experience, but never did. Myths. Until now. Vaas made her head buzz and her stomach pinch. Even made her heart speed. And she wanted to stay and find out why she'd felt that when they kissed, why, among all the men on this planet, she felt something for him.

At that moment, she felt a big hand clasp around her bicep. She screamed when the man hauled her up on her feet and pointed his AK at her stomach. Rain rushed into her mouth and drowned out her yells. She choked, tears welling up in her sparkling blue eyes. Hair fell into her face, dripping as the cold rain washed down her body.

"I GOT ONE!" the man shouted over the rain. Myra was taken by surprise, struggling under his grip as he forced her to march towards the center of the camp. She struggled harder as she blindly made her way in the rain. After a while, she stopped fighting. She looked ahead when she felt him. And through the curtain of rain he appeared. He stood with a handgun in his right hand and a severe look on his face. Water flooded down his body in spiraling ringlets, glinting on his darkened skin. Heaving from the effort of fighting, he looked brutal under the gray shade of the rainstorm. When their eyes met, his tensed shoulders relaxed. He calmly looked her over; the girl who was now avoiding his eyes.

He took her arm, making the other man understand that he'd take over from here, and pulled her to him. She was shocked when he pressed his forehead to hers. He shook his head slightly and sighed. "Oh, bella, you scared me." She looked up into his eyes. He stared right back. "You scared me real fucking bad."