BLACK BUTTERFLY

Rated: R- just to be safe and all. You

Shouldn't be in here if you are underage!

Chapter 6

Abruptly his hand let go of her neck.

A loud thump rang through out the cabin as she fell to the floor coughing for air. This was the third time in less than two days that her body felt like simply dying. Living was torture. Death seemed so much more…easier.

The Captain's mouth opened and shut, then opened and shut again, as he struggled to find the write words. Pan? No that was certainly not the name he was thinking about when it came down to resemblance.

He looked down at the girl who was crouched over his feet, recovering her breath.

Was it wrong to say he was shocked?

A little slip of a girl, who is desperate for death, could possibly be a relative of Pans? No it can't be? He thought as he titled his head and studied the back of her head. I thought my assumption would be wrong.

The Captain crouched down to her eye level and gazed into the sea green orbs that where full of tears.

"Pan…" he whispered softly, still in disbelief of her origin.

Jasmine nodded slightly with the tears flooding down her cheeks.

"How?" He questioned in a growl as he grew annoyed with the thought of Pan deceiving him once more about his origins.

"My father…." She whispered softly as she brought up the back of her hand to wipe away the tears staining her cheeks. She dared not look at him as she whispered the rest of her answer softly, where if the Captain wanted to hear her response he had to listen to her carefully. "It is my maiden name…"

His had lurched out and grasped her hair, tilting her head back enough in order to get her to look him in the eye. A small yelp left her cracked pale lips, before she clamped her mouth shut. Fear flooded her eyes as she watched him bring his face closer to her to a point where his nose almost touched hers. From that distance she could smell the stale death in his breath that matched his personality perfectly.

"What did you say?" he questioned slowly, though there was no doubt that the tone he used was coated with venom.

Shacking from not only her fear, but from the emotional wave of tears that she tried desperately to keep bottled inside, she answered his question once more, her voice pitched to sound almost like a squeak.

"It is my maiden name.."

Grunting, he haled himself abruptly to his feet and turned to walk towards the door. Her body was forced to follow his every movement if she wanted to avoid the tingling pain that pricked at her skull from the fist full of hair he held.

"SMEE!" he shouted as he ripped open the door and yanked her body out of his cabin. He released her hair once he shoved her outside, but from the force of his action, she stumbled and landed on the wooden planks of the ship before its filthy thinking crew.

Jasmine, shockingly readjusted the dress that had ridden up to expose her thighs as she stumbled to the floor. The men that surrounded her eyed the creamy and smooth flesh hungrily and showed no shame before their Captain at what they wanted the girl for.

"Yes Cap'n," the little stubby man she had meet before spoke as he appeared through the crowed of perverted men.

"Take the prisoner bellow deck to the cells and lock her inside until I decided further more what to do with her." He spoke coldly as he started down his nose at the huddled girl; at his feet.

Mr. Smee hesitated at the treatment of the girl as was about to suggest a different route, but seized his mouth once he received a warning glare from their Captain.

"Yes sir," he nodded as he bent down and helped the girl to her feet.

The wave of the emotions she held bottled within her was suddenly let lose. The beast of pain revealed itself through her by forcing her body to cry so hard that she could harshly breathe. If it wasn't for the old man that had placed his arm sportingly around her and helped her walk down to the cell, as well as calm her enough to breath once more before her tears started again, there was a possibility that she could have chocked on her own sobs.

The passion, the fire, the flame of her wit, pride and bravery was extinguished by the manhandling treatment- worse than manhandling- by the Captain whose manner had suddenly changed so quickly. It was as if he had two people located within his body. One was the gentleman who possessed great charm and mocking wit, the other was a beast far more vicious than viper.

As Mr Smee followed his Captain's orders, the rest of the crew stood still to receive there's. He had seen the deathly and perverted looks the men had given the girl enough to arouse his anger further. They had all suspected he had, had his way with her and was now giving them to the crew as a present. But little did they know their Captain well enough.

"As for the rest of you filthy disgusting maggots, not a finger is to be so much as laid upon my prisoner as she roots bellow in the cells." He hissed as he took a threatening step towards them. " I intend to be very possessive of what I call mine."

His men took a submissive step away from their Captain and bowed their heads in understanding.

"Do I make myself clear?" he asked dangerously as he glanced at every single one of them.

"Aye Capt'n." they all responded simultaneously.

"Good…" he drawled as he used the tip of his hook to clean the speck of dirt under his nail.

The men stood before him puzzled at what to do. Could they turn away from him and go back to work like he expected them to? But he had not dismissed them; perhaps he had something more to say?

A minute had gone by and the deck of the Jolley Roger stood silent and still as a grave.

Something seemed to be not right.

"Well," drawled the Captain as he finished cleaning his nails and look up at the stunned still crew. "What the HELL are you all waiting for?" he hissed.

No one dared answer him or move, in fear of risking their life.

"GET BACK TO WORK!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, causing the entire crew to jump and move quickly back to their post and chores.

"I want this deck scrubbed clean enough to see my own reflection upon." He hissed at them all before he turned around and walked straight back into the cabin.

The moaning and silent complaint of the job being impossible on wood was answered by the cabin door slamming shut.