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Chapter 7: Do You Promise?
Will moved immediately to the prone woman--and he saw it was a woman, her dress was all rumpled around her, he couldn't tell what color it was, however, in the dim light. She had stopped moving. He knelt and moved her hair away--was it golden?--to feel for a pulse in her neck. He felt one. It was very slow, but steady nonetheless.
"Jack, I'm going to take her into the shop," he said, gathering her carefully into his arms. She didn't stir.
"Right. I'll drag Arianne's brother here in there too...maybe we can tie 'im up or something," Jack said and proceeded to drag Amos behind him.
Will nodded. Looking back down at the woman as he got into better light, his eyes widened. Oh dear God, he thought. Her face was bruised and bleeding some, but he still recognized her. It was Arianne. There was also a dark wetness on her dress. He dreaded finding out what it was. Hurriedly, he brought her inside, then, propping her a bit precariously on a chair, he grabbed some blankets and laid them out on the ground. After laying her on them, he filled a bucket with some water, grabbed a clean cloth, and returned to her.
Tears filled his eyes as he looked at her. It was no wonder she seemed so grimly desperate to learn the art of the sword. Gently, he began to clean away the blood on her face.
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Jack was having a bit of trouble. Amos was quite heavy, the bastard. As Jack dragged him out into plain sight, a few folks stopped and looked at him, horrorstruck. Jack just shrugged and said, "Found 'im like this in the alley!" Of course, there were several disbelieving looks, and Jack expected that he would have officials breathing down his neck before long.
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She was dreaming. Or was she? She couldn't quite be sure. She hurt all over, and couldn't remember why. There was also this insistent rubbing at her face...she wanted to tell it to go away, it hurt, why did it want to hurt her? but she couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to move, it was as if she was trapped inside her body and someone else was running the controls. Or, more likely, the "someone else" had suddenly died and now she couldn't find a way to the surface. It hurts ithurts ithurtsithurtsithurts was now running through her mind endlessly. Her eyelids and fingertips twitched, and then her body jerked rather violently. Pain exploded through her, a cry was rent from her lips, and once more the oblivion claimed her.
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When Arianne's eyes and fingers moved a little, Will became hopeful that she was returning to consciousness. When her body suddenly jerked spasmodically, he was so startled he jumped up. A pained cry escaped her lips, then she relaxed and didn't move again.
Will knelt back down, feeling for her pulse again, and found it, but now it was moving even slower, and her breathing was very very shallow. A memory of Elizabeth popped into his head, suddenly. She had once fainted because her corset was too tight--she had told him this--and had fallen into the water from atop the walls of the town. Realizing this was probably why Arianne couldn't draw a proper breath, he ran around, trying to find something to cut her out of the thrice-damned thing (only thrice damned?! Damn the blasted torture device to infinity!).
At last, he found a pair of scissors, and began cutting away the outer parts of the dress.
This process was interrupted when Jack finally dragged Amos into the shop. Will jumped, surprised, nearly dropping the scissors and causing Arianne more damage in the process.
"Bastard's heavy!" Jack announced, then looked at Will's face. It was rather pale. "What's the matter? Did I scare ye?"
"Yes, you did, thanks so much," Will replied wryly.
Jack looked at what Will was doing, and smirked. "Didn't think ye were that type o' person, Will."
"What?" he asked blankly. Jack motioned to the scissors and the cut away pieces of Arianne's dress. "Oh for crying out loud, she can't breathe, Jack! Arianne can't breathe!"
"Arianne?" Jack said. "What was she doing in the alley? She was s'posed to be at home meeting with 'er husband-to-be!"
"Well obviously she's NOT at home meeting with whoever he is, she was in the alley getting very badly beaten by her bastard of a brother!" Will said testily, and went back to cutting the dress off of her. Finishing that, he rolled her to her side so he could reach the laces of the corset, but they were so knotted and the corset itself was so tight he dared not cut it away without better lighting. "Bring me a light, Jack."
Jack complied, lighting a lantern and holding it over Will. "A little more to the left...perfect!" Will said, sounding a bit distracted as he studied the laces. The wet stains on the corset had a deep red color, he could now see. He pressed his lips together grimly, and began to cut the laces apart.
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She could breathe again, oh Lord she could breathe again, she thought, coming out of the nothingness once more. Still, she was trapped in her mind, though, and could only feel what was happening to her body. She still didn't know why she hurt so much, but with a somewhat sickening certainty, she knew she would find out. Hands were now on her, one on her arm, one on her leg (why were they touching skin? wasn't she wearing clothes?) then she felt as though her skin were being ripped off her middle, and forgot all about the hands. Now that she had enough air, she screamed.
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Will felt a deep breath enter her body as the laces were finally cut through and the corset loosened. He knew this next part was going to be bad. He motioned for Jack to hold her down, then started to peel the corset away from her flesh. She screamed.
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Hurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsohithurtssobadmakeitstop...
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She only stopped screaming long enough to draw in a ragged breath before she started anew. Will was horrified at all the blood he saw as he carefully finished taking off the corset. A few seconds later, she seemed to gain a little control and now only whimpered and sobbed. "Oh my God," he whispered. He looked up at Jack, whose expression mirrored his own.
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As that litany repeated itself over and over in her mind, she realized she was screaming, and that the feeling of her skin being peeled away finally ceased. She forced herself to stop screaming, and instead whimpered, every few seconds a searing sob wracking her body, making her back rub against whatever surface she was on--a little corner of her mind that contained some rationality told her it was likely blankets--and hurting her more. She thought she heard someone whisper "Oh my God," but couldn't be entirely sure. She knew now that the hands were no longer on her, if they had even been there in the first place.
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Will wasn't entirely sure Arianne was even truly conscious yet, but he truly hoped she wasn't. He didn't want to hurt her any more than she already was(every whimper wrenched his heart), but he wasn't quite finished yet. He picked up another clean cloth (He had a large pile gathered), and dipped it in the water. He began to wash the blood off of her skin, which was the deep blue-black of bruises all over, he saw when the blood came off. He tried to clean as gently as he could, and found himself whispering over and over to her, "You'll be alright, Arianne, nothing is going to hurt you anymore, you're alright, I won't let anyone hurt you again..."
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She heard him whispering to her as she felt cool trickling along her skin, the rubbing she had felt at her face now along her abdomen and ribs. It hurt so much. She cracked her swollen eyes open and looked at him--or tried to. He was all blurry. But she knew who it was. She knew. And so she believed she was dreaming, had to be, why would her unrequited love be tending her this way? As pain spread outward from one of the wounds as he cleaned it, she hissed in agony. Her vision became almost painfully sharp at this, and she saw clearly that it was, indeed, Will Turner, and one didn't feel pain in dreams that she knew of. In spite of her physical pain, she felt a warmth grow inside. She wasn't dreaming. He really was here. And he was whispering that he wouldn't let anything hurt her anymore. He was being as gentle as he could, she knew, and so she did her best not to whimper or sob anymore, but tears still came, blurring her vision of him until a jab of pain would sharpen it again.
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Jack saw her eyes open. He saw her gaze go directly to Will. His worry eased a bit. She was going to be alright, she really was. Knowing there was nothing more he could really do here, he quietly got up, set the lantern down, and knocked Amos on the head again as he started to stir, then proceeded to find ropes.
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Will at last finished cleaning her skin and the wicked wounds the corset had left. There were two long cuts along her sides ending just below her breasts where the supports of the corset had dug into her, and two cuts encircling her, one also just under her breasts, the other just below her waist where the top and bottom and abraded her skin until it bled. He suddenly realized that the whimpering had stopped, and looked at her face, expecting her to be unconscious again. Instead he was greeted by her startling, still pain-filled gaze.
He also realized that she was quite naked, and blushed deeply. Seeming not to notice, she whispered hoarsely, "Do you promise?"
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Alrighty! Chapter 7! Wooooooooot! ^.^ Hope you all like! And, again, THANK YOU SO MUCH TO MY READERS/REVIEWERS!!!!!!
Chapter 7: Do You Promise?
Will moved immediately to the prone woman--and he saw it was a woman, her dress was all rumpled around her, he couldn't tell what color it was, however, in the dim light. She had stopped moving. He knelt and moved her hair away--was it golden?--to feel for a pulse in her neck. He felt one. It was very slow, but steady nonetheless.
"Jack, I'm going to take her into the shop," he said, gathering her carefully into his arms. She didn't stir.
"Right. I'll drag Arianne's brother here in there too...maybe we can tie 'im up or something," Jack said and proceeded to drag Amos behind him.
Will nodded. Looking back down at the woman as he got into better light, his eyes widened. Oh dear God, he thought. Her face was bruised and bleeding some, but he still recognized her. It was Arianne. There was also a dark wetness on her dress. He dreaded finding out what it was. Hurriedly, he brought her inside, then, propping her a bit precariously on a chair, he grabbed some blankets and laid them out on the ground. After laying her on them, he filled a bucket with some water, grabbed a clean cloth, and returned to her.
Tears filled his eyes as he looked at her. It was no wonder she seemed so grimly desperate to learn the art of the sword. Gently, he began to clean away the blood on her face.
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Jack was having a bit of trouble. Amos was quite heavy, the bastard. As Jack dragged him out into plain sight, a few folks stopped and looked at him, horrorstruck. Jack just shrugged and said, "Found 'im like this in the alley!" Of course, there were several disbelieving looks, and Jack expected that he would have officials breathing down his neck before long.
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She was dreaming. Or was she? She couldn't quite be sure. She hurt all over, and couldn't remember why. There was also this insistent rubbing at her face...she wanted to tell it to go away, it hurt, why did it want to hurt her? but she couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to move, it was as if she was trapped inside her body and someone else was running the controls. Or, more likely, the "someone else" had suddenly died and now she couldn't find a way to the surface. It hurts ithurts ithurtsithurtsithurts was now running through her mind endlessly. Her eyelids and fingertips twitched, and then her body jerked rather violently. Pain exploded through her, a cry was rent from her lips, and once more the oblivion claimed her.
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When Arianne's eyes and fingers moved a little, Will became hopeful that she was returning to consciousness. When her body suddenly jerked spasmodically, he was so startled he jumped up. A pained cry escaped her lips, then she relaxed and didn't move again.
Will knelt back down, feeling for her pulse again, and found it, but now it was moving even slower, and her breathing was very very shallow. A memory of Elizabeth popped into his head, suddenly. She had once fainted because her corset was too tight--she had told him this--and had fallen into the water from atop the walls of the town. Realizing this was probably why Arianne couldn't draw a proper breath, he ran around, trying to find something to cut her out of the thrice-damned thing (only thrice damned?! Damn the blasted torture device to infinity!).
At last, he found a pair of scissors, and began cutting away the outer parts of the dress.
This process was interrupted when Jack finally dragged Amos into the shop. Will jumped, surprised, nearly dropping the scissors and causing Arianne more damage in the process.
"Bastard's heavy!" Jack announced, then looked at Will's face. It was rather pale. "What's the matter? Did I scare ye?"
"Yes, you did, thanks so much," Will replied wryly.
Jack looked at what Will was doing, and smirked. "Didn't think ye were that type o' person, Will."
"What?" he asked blankly. Jack motioned to the scissors and the cut away pieces of Arianne's dress. "Oh for crying out loud, she can't breathe, Jack! Arianne can't breathe!"
"Arianne?" Jack said. "What was she doing in the alley? She was s'posed to be at home meeting with 'er husband-to-be!"
"Well obviously she's NOT at home meeting with whoever he is, she was in the alley getting very badly beaten by her bastard of a brother!" Will said testily, and went back to cutting the dress off of her. Finishing that, he rolled her to her side so he could reach the laces of the corset, but they were so knotted and the corset itself was so tight he dared not cut it away without better lighting. "Bring me a light, Jack."
Jack complied, lighting a lantern and holding it over Will. "A little more to the left...perfect!" Will said, sounding a bit distracted as he studied the laces. The wet stains on the corset had a deep red color, he could now see. He pressed his lips together grimly, and began to cut the laces apart.
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She could breathe again, oh Lord she could breathe again, she thought, coming out of the nothingness once more. Still, she was trapped in her mind, though, and could only feel what was happening to her body. She still didn't know why she hurt so much, but with a somewhat sickening certainty, she knew she would find out. Hands were now on her, one on her arm, one on her leg (why were they touching skin? wasn't she wearing clothes?) then she felt as though her skin were being ripped off her middle, and forgot all about the hands. Now that she had enough air, she screamed.
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Will felt a deep breath enter her body as the laces were finally cut through and the corset loosened. He knew this next part was going to be bad. He motioned for Jack to hold her down, then started to peel the corset away from her flesh. She screamed.
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Hurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsohithurtssobadmakeitstop...
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She only stopped screaming long enough to draw in a ragged breath before she started anew. Will was horrified at all the blood he saw as he carefully finished taking off the corset. A few seconds later, she seemed to gain a little control and now only whimpered and sobbed. "Oh my God," he whispered. He looked up at Jack, whose expression mirrored his own.
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As that litany repeated itself over and over in her mind, she realized she was screaming, and that the feeling of her skin being peeled away finally ceased. She forced herself to stop screaming, and instead whimpered, every few seconds a searing sob wracking her body, making her back rub against whatever surface she was on--a little corner of her mind that contained some rationality told her it was likely blankets--and hurting her more. She thought she heard someone whisper "Oh my God," but couldn't be entirely sure. She knew now that the hands were no longer on her, if they had even been there in the first place.
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Will wasn't entirely sure Arianne was even truly conscious yet, but he truly hoped she wasn't. He didn't want to hurt her any more than she already was(every whimper wrenched his heart), but he wasn't quite finished yet. He picked up another clean cloth (He had a large pile gathered), and dipped it in the water. He began to wash the blood off of her skin, which was the deep blue-black of bruises all over, he saw when the blood came off. He tried to clean as gently as he could, and found himself whispering over and over to her, "You'll be alright, Arianne, nothing is going to hurt you anymore, you're alright, I won't let anyone hurt you again..."
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She heard him whispering to her as she felt cool trickling along her skin, the rubbing she had felt at her face now along her abdomen and ribs. It hurt so much. She cracked her swollen eyes open and looked at him--or tried to. He was all blurry. But she knew who it was. She knew. And so she believed she was dreaming, had to be, why would her unrequited love be tending her this way? As pain spread outward from one of the wounds as he cleaned it, she hissed in agony. Her vision became almost painfully sharp at this, and she saw clearly that it was, indeed, Will Turner, and one didn't feel pain in dreams that she knew of. In spite of her physical pain, she felt a warmth grow inside. She wasn't dreaming. He really was here. And he was whispering that he wouldn't let anything hurt her anymore. He was being as gentle as he could, she knew, and so she did her best not to whimper or sob anymore, but tears still came, blurring her vision of him until a jab of pain would sharpen it again.
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Jack saw her eyes open. He saw her gaze go directly to Will. His worry eased a bit. She was going to be alright, she really was. Knowing there was nothing more he could really do here, he quietly got up, set the lantern down, and knocked Amos on the head again as he started to stir, then proceeded to find ropes.
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Will at last finished cleaning her skin and the wicked wounds the corset had left. There were two long cuts along her sides ending just below her breasts where the supports of the corset had dug into her, and two cuts encircling her, one also just under her breasts, the other just below her waist where the top and bottom and abraded her skin until it bled. He suddenly realized that the whimpering had stopped, and looked at her face, expecting her to be unconscious again. Instead he was greeted by her startling, still pain-filled gaze.
He also realized that she was quite naked, and blushed deeply. Seeming not to notice, she whispered hoarsely, "Do you promise?"
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Alrighty! Chapter 7! Wooooooooot! ^.^ Hope you all like! And, again, THANK YOU SO MUCH TO MY READERS/REVIEWERS!!!!!!