(A/N) The Italics are in the past, just to let you know. I know, and agree, Danielson is the worst character I have ever written, he has no soul, no remorse, but will he meet his maker, or shall a secret send everything into a tailspin…oh yes, believe me if you have read any of my other fics, you all know that I throw curbs all the time!

I saw 'Charlie', my bitch of a friend, canceled on me at the same time we were supposed to leave! She ain't no friend the friggen witch! My mother went with me, my loving mommy, I wuv her so, and she and I nearly peed our pants! I went to a graduation party this weekend, had a hell of a time, seeing as though I wasn't the only one that was obsessed with 'Charlie', because all the college grads were freakin over the movie! So I'm like, 'Phew, at least they are older and are obsessed.' Why does everyone have this conceived notion that once you hit a certain age you have to grow up? I am twenty years old, and I still have my responsibilities, yet, I still stay young at heart, some people are crazy!

Anywho, I loved your reviews, and am glad all of you hate Danielson, I hate him too! Enjoy this chapter, we see what happens after the rape, and how she escapes…

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!

"Want to know what I wanted with you?"

"Does it matter know?" Elizabeth asked with a hoarse voice, her voice tired from the crying and screaming. "Just leave me alone…" Elizabeth fought hard to keep the tears back, she was never going to cry again.

"Your father hates me…because of what I do, who I am…I don't know your father, other than reputation, why do you think he wanted you to stay away from me? I am the lowlife of the seas, not to be crossed, and I always get what I want. Jack never approved of my practices, but what does his opinion matter? I saw you and wanted you…that simple, and for you to be Jack's daughter...well…it made it all that more special, don't you think?"

"You're disgusting."

"I am. Well, at least now when you go back to your beloved, you will have some experience under your gorgeous belt." Elizabeth bit her lip. "What? Don't think he'd want you after I ravished you? You're probably right."

"Will isn't like that."


"I don't know who the masterful William Turner is. I truly don't care either, it was you…as soon as I saw you my mouth began to water." Elizabeth tried to think…whatever her brain was trying to do…it wasn't letting her. "Probably wondering when I first saw you." Elizabeth nodded. She pulled her knees up to her chest, the sheet underneath her chin…she was naked under those sheets, she felt so dirty, so used, so pathetic.

"So what are you going to do Elizabeth? Stay here…go find William? Jack? Oh yes, they are gone…my crew told me they had already left on the Pearl…they think your dead…" Elizabeth shot him a look of disbelief.

"I don't believe you."


"Believe it darling." He reached his hand up to tuck a piece of her beautiful hair behind her ear. "You have no choices anymore."

"I am sure you are going to suggest something." Elizabeth said, slowly beginning to gain her voice.

"Nope." He then bent over and reached underneath the bed…it was a shackle, and he quickly clapped it around her ankle. "More like…a demand. You are going to stay here…and slowly wither to nothing."

"No please." Elizabeth grabbed at the shackle. "Don't leave me here! Please!" Elizabeth cried.

"I could stay a bit longer…but I'm thinking you would rather die." Elizabeth sat back in the bed. She watched as Bronson got up. "There is some water, some food, and a chemise for you…but you will soon die…it is what I love…seeing a perfectly healthy, vibrant, woman wither…into absolutely nothing." Bronson threw the chemise on the bed. "No woman has ever escaped…Elizabeth, it would almost burn me to have you be the first…but I doubt it." With a wave of his hand, almost bowing to her…thanking her, he left without another word.

That was eight days ago. Elizabeth was still tied down to the bed, the food and water ran out five days ago, there hadn't been much to begin with. Elizabeth sat on the bed thinking about how sorry she was, that's what she wanted to say to Jack, she wanted to tell Will that she loved him so much. Elizabeth was beginning to feel the effects of starvation, and with her physical state being, less than optimal, she felt it more. She had bruises all over her body, her ankle in which the shackle was tied to, was bleeding and bruised.

"I'm going to die here…" Elizabeth said to herself. She then thought about the rape, it was so painful, so hurtful, so unbelievable. All of the tales, all of the precautions that were told to women about trying to be safe…she paid attention, but never saw this coming. Bronson Danielson was nothing more than a rapist, nothing more than monster that took women, raped them, and left them to die. Elizabeth began to wonder how many women had died before her. Jack had been against him the whole time, and she just didn't believe him, didn't believe that Danielson didn't know anything about her past…and she fell for it hook line and sinker…

Elizabeth heard a sound from outside the cottage. Thinking nothing of it, she laid down on the bed, too weak to look out the small window and see what was making that noise. The noise had a rhythm, it sounded like footsteps…Elizabeth held her breath, she thought Danielson returned to finish her off. The door began to creak open slowly, her breath still caught in her throat, she was so afraid, but so weak, too tired to care…but fear…only the strength to be afraid, she closed her eyes.

"My God in heaven…" He crossed the room and looked at the pale young woman shackled to the bed. "Lass, are you awake?" He gently touched her cheek. Elizabeth opened her eyes to an older man, he had salt and pepper hair, and warm brown eyes.

"Help me…" Elizabeth managed to say.

"I'm going to take you to my cottage…it's not too far from here…" He then looked at the shackle. "Ok, I need to get this…damn…Alright, I am going to have to get your ankle through there…it's going to hurt…" He then looked at Elizabeth, who had nodded and turned her head into the pillow, in order to muffle her scream. He took her ankle and pushed it out of the shackle, he felt the crack of it. Elizabeth screamed into the pillow, but soon realized she was free. He moved on the bed and turned her head to face him. "What's your name?"

She hesitated. "Elizabeth."

"Beautiful name, my name is William, you can call me Bill." Elizabeth just nodded. "Now I am going to help you sit up, I want you to hold onto my neck tightly, okay?" Elizabeth nodded again. Bill then picked the young girl up and carried her away to safety.

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"I can't believe she's gone…" Will said to Jack, tears welling in his eyes.

"I'm sorry Will."

"Who was he?" Will asked. "What did he know?"

"Nothing Will, he doesn't know me…you don't want to know who he is."

"I want to know." Will got up from the table. "You lied to Elizabeth, don't lie to me, not now."

"You want the truth…I'll give it to you. Bronson Danielson is a pirate that began to make a name for himself a few years ago. I can't stand him, what he does to women in particular. Both of us openly hating each other…"

"What does he do to women?" Will asked.

"He rapes them, kills them, tortures, name it he does it. He is a very good at manipulating women."

"Why didn't you tell me, tell Elizabeth?"

"Neither of you would have believed me." Will sat back down.

"What am I going to do without her? I love her so much…"

"I know…" Jack hated himself. He had killed Elizabeth.

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"Elizabeth, I am going to have to set your ankle. I think I broke it when I took it out of the shackle. First, I am going to give you something so you can sleep while I do this." Bill then handed her a cup.

"No!" Elizabeth slapped the cup from his hand. "I don't want to sleep."

"That's fine." Bill then began to gently wrap her ankle, in doing so he accidentally brushed her leg.

"Don't touch me!" Elizabeth scooted back from the bed. "Don't touch me!"

"Elizabeth I am not going to hurt you, I am here to help you." Bill sat closer to her. He had never seen such fear stricken eyes before in his life. It was clear to Bill then that she had been raped, and that it was going to take a lot for her to trust him. "Just let me finish wrapping that ankle, and I swear I'll leave you alone."

Elizabeth looked into his warm eyes…she didn't trust him not yet anyway, it would be hard for her to trust someone ever again. "Just, let me stay awake."

"That's fine." Bill tended to her ankle and all her bruises and wounds…Elizabeth was going to need him, need him to teach her things…and Bill knew what she needed to know, she needed to learn how to trust again, and she needed to know how to get revenge.

(A/N) Ah…an angel…William…Bill…