Do Unto Me
Chapter One: Logic No Longer Applies
Blood dripped down her wrists, but still she struggled against her binds. Another day, another night – she wouldn't do it. She couldn't. She was weak, starved, and beaten. Fresh cuts and old scars now marred her body. And her wrists, now cut open from the rope binding her to the headboard, were cut nearly to the bone. Kicking, screaming, spitting and biting every chance she got, she was punished with severe beatings and even harsher treatment, but she wouldn't stop fighting. No – Alex O'Conner held her head to high to let him cut her down.
But she wasn't alone; she was merely his most prized, the one who had been harder to obtain. In the time since her first visit to Tortuga, he had acquired one other. Her name was Carolyn, and though if they were caught talking, they would be whipped, or worse, they had formed a friendship. Carolyn was a tall woman, with haunting, icy gray eyes and mousy brown hair. Her story was relatively simple – a storm had blown her brother's ship off course while she had been on it, and they had ended up docking in Tortuga to repair the damage. She hadn't seen her brother since.
For months, Alex had endured this, often drugged so deeply she was sick for weeks afterwards. She had no one to blame but herself – she had been dumb enough to get drunk and sleep with the bastard in Port Royal so long ago.
Robert Hurston.
The name would haunt her to the grave.
'So, tell me of Jack Sparrow,' Carolyn whispered hoarsely, her hands tied behind her back, so weak she didn't dare try to run away.
'I don't wanna talk about him.'
'He why you here?'
'I dunno. Don't care. He's gone.'
'You care. I can see it in your eyes when you talk about him.'
'I'll grow outta it.'
'Suit yourself. I hear he's a looker.'
'Shh!'
Footsteps were approaching. The door creaked open, and both Carolyn and Alex instantly faked a light slumber. 'Wake up, my whores. Ya have business with me to attend to.'
'Please, not today,' Carolyn begged quietly, now near tears. She received a sharp slap in return, and whimpered slightly against her will.
'And why not?'
'We'd be better suited to do our business tomorrow, when we are more rested,' Alex stated calmly, trying hard to keep the anger from her voice. Hurston seemed to ponder it, and then stormed away, slamming the door.
'We need out of here,' Carolyn breathed.
'You go. I'll stay.'
'No. I'm not leaving you behind. Just think – we escape, we're trapped. You know the ways of a ship. You could be my captain.'
'You mean commandeer -' Alex paused, clearing her throat to explain her suddenly stop. 'You want to steal a ship?'
'What choice do we have? We'll die if we don't.'
Alex sighed gently and glanced up at the headboard. It had begun to creak lately – if she could only break if . . . she gave a sharp pull and stifled a cry as her flesh tore. But she could now see, very clearly, a small crack running along the board.
'You'll have your ship, Carolyn. I promise you.'
Yes, this was very short. I wanted to get through the Hurston part a bit quickly, because, after all, it was a bit depressing really, and I want to try and keep this rated T. (By the way, tell me what you think about the rating; if it's okay so far.) Please review! I know this chapter's a bit serious, but life isn't all parties, is it? Oh, well.
Alyssa
