A/N: Just to let you know, I've reposted ALL of my chapters as of February 10, 2004! Bwahaha! So go and read those, svp ^_^ and please review me, that makes me happy *sigh * And I just want to know: does anyone actually read these A/Ns? If you do, write "REALLY BAD EGGS" in your review, so I'll know whether or not to write anything up here anymore.
The portly man's fat fingers were clamped around Victoria's thin wrists. She called weakly for Jack as he dragged her out of the pub. Out in the silvery moonlight, he pulled the laces of her dress until the dress was dangling off of her shoulders.
"Stop," she yelled, trying to slip out of his strong grip, but it only resulted in him slapping her across the face. He then proceeded to put her through the most embarrassment and humiliation a woman could go through.
%%Jack's POV%%
His view was a bit hazy by the time he was on his fifth drink. So he decided instead to get Victoria a second drink. The barkeep came with the rum, and handed it over to Jack, who looked as though he would topple over at any moment. Jack turned to Victoria's stool to present her with her second rum of the night, when he realized that she was gone. At this point, he knew that it wasn't his drunken vision failing him.
"Victoria, love?" he called, his eyes scanning the pub as he tried to locate a girl who wasn't flirting with an intoxicated man. He looked back to the spot beside him to clarify that it wasn't his vision failing him. Again, he saw the empty stool, but also realized that the stool next to it was empty as well. The same place where the bulky man sat. Jack put two and two together..
"Victoria!" he shouted, making the tavern go quiet. He squinted, the search becoming easier now that people weren't moving about. Suddenly, he heard a tiny voice calling, "Help! " Quickly, he jumped out of his seat and pulled out his pistol, running for the exit as the raucous shouting and flirting recommenced. Jack burst outside in time to see the stout man standing over Victoria, holding a blade to her throat.
A/N: Sorry it's so short, but I plan to write a bunch of chapters this Presidents' Day Weekend, so it won't be for long! And NO FLAMES, PLEASE! But do tell me if this sucks- nicely.