Hey!! :)

Ahhh I scared myself by writing this chapter!! I'll understand if ya don't wanna read it cause its freaky -- its a rape scene -- but it adds to Davies' character, Millie's fear of him, & just how much Davies needs to be killed by Jack Sparrow!!!

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I'll try to update asap -- but I have finals coming up sooo it might be a week til i get to update :-/ I'll def. try my hardest to get another chapter up this weekend though! Arg i hate school!

Millie was in a crouched position in the corner of the damp and dirty brig. It was extremely dark, despite the one candle sitting on an old crate that was shining feebly. Millie could smell various odors that seemed to sting her nose, and she could taste the stale air on her tongue.

She figured that she had been on the Red Flame for around one day since the sun had risen then fallen once more from what she could see out of the small crack in the wall that gazed out at the infinite ocean. She hadn't even laid her head down to rest yet since she wanted to be awake if anyone came down below. Her eyes ached with tiredness, and her body felt weak. Her eyelids were so heavy, and they began to close, but Millie quickly had them open up again. If she could just rest her eyes…she wasn't going to fall asleep…

"Havin' a bit o rest, Millie?" said a distant voice.

She jolted awake, and cursed herself in her thoughts. How long had she been asleep for? Her eyes, feeling a bit more rested than before, tried best to focus on the man stalking down the stairs. When she adjusted to the pathetic amount of light, she saw Davies leaning up against the brig's door on the other side of the small room, smirking wickedly. The man that she had feared for an entire year was standing but a few feet away from her, a brig's cage the only thing separating them.

"Kill me now, why don't you, and put me out a' my misery," Millie said quietly, trying to conjure up all of her strength.

"Wha' misery is that you speak of? Cause ta' be honest, yeh've not been tortured…yet."

"Jack'll kill you when 'e comes!" she shouted as she fought back tears.

"Til then, luv, we'll 'ave a bit o fun," Davies whispered.

"You jus wait, 'cause when Jack comes an' saves me, he'll stab your black 'eart and yer black guts'll come spilling out!" she screamed as she stood up shaking.

"Oooh Cap'n Jack Sparra' is after me!" he cried mockingly, "Whate'er shall I do?"

"Jus' wait…jus' wait…" she said, her eyes fiercely glaring at Davies, "He'll come…"

"I know he'll come 'cause that's 'zactly what I want ta' 'appen," he said while approaching the entrance to the brig, dangling the keys on his fingers, "An' he'll be captured, and he'll watch you die."

He pushed the key into the lock, and turned them violently. When he entered the brig and slammed the door behind him, he walked slowly to Millie, but she backed away at the same pace.

"Cause I very well know," Davies continued, "That yer 'is weakness…and ta' torture Jack, all I got ta' do, is 'ave 'im watch me torture you."

Millie was so close to Davies that she could see every blonde strand of air lining his chiseled jaw. Realizing the dangerous situation, she tried to dart around him, but he grabbed her painfully by the shoulders and shoved her against the wall. His lips curved into an evil smile so chilling that Millie winced. His grip was so strong on her shoulders that they were burning, but she knew that that was not what he considered to be ruthless torture. He quickly grabbed her loose shirt along the shoulders, and ripped it down over her arms, revealing her bare chest. She turned her head up in sorrow, and tried her hardest to keep from crying as Davies grabbed her by the breasts, and started kissing her neck profusely.

"Stop it," she said faintly, her voice cracking.

He pushed her hard by the shoulders in a downward motion so that she would fall to the ground. Davies was about to undo her breeches when Millie kicked him right below his belt. She tried to get up from the ground, but he was still towering over her. Davies' mouth opened in pain, but he still held Millie tightly by the shoulders, forcing her to not move.

"You bloody wench!" he screamed, and punched her in the jaw, causing one of Millie's teeth to slice the inside of her cheek.

Millie felt blood fill her mouth rapidly and she had to spit some of it out. She was choking on her own blood, and she tried to stop the bleeding by pressing her tongue to the cut. Davies ignored the fact that Millie was bleeding, and tried to pull off her breeches while she was preoccupied in her injury. She felt her pants come down over her ankles, and Davies threw them across the brig. Millie tried to move from her position as Davies turned his head away for a brief second as he threw the breeches, and hoped that she could somehow escape what was about to happen. However, he felt her move from beneath him and he punched her again in the jaw. That time, Millie shouted in pain since it was such a hard blow, and she let her head hit the ground. She prayed that the hit would have made her unconscious, but it hadn't since she was still able to see through her troubled eyes.

Davies whipped off his effects with one arm, and set it down beside him, and used the other arm to still pin Millie down in case she tried to move again. He then unbuttoned his trousers, and pulled them down to his knees. He bent over Millie feverishly, a wild look in his eye, and pushed his hips into hers…

'Please…' she thought as hot tears poured down her face, 'Jack please come…'