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Chapter 4: I'd Never
Harry's POV:
I'm two secon's 'way from snappin' this girl's pretty litt'e neck. NO ONE, especially a littl' girl like 'er, shushes meh. I 'AY WHAT I WANT, WHENE'ER I WANT. I slow'y take a deep breath in. I can' let 'er win in this dum' game of 'ers. How did she not e'en move an INCH when I pushed 'er back though? It's not like I was e'en goin' easy on 'er either. Gil 'ould've stumbl'd back a 'ew yards if that'd been h'm. Uma 'ould've block'd me attempt and 'ent meh flyin' back me self. "I'll only 'ell ya this once, littl' girl, shush meh 'gain, and I'll break all tha bones in yer body.", I darkly say. She wildly 'miles up at meh. 're ya fuckin' shittin' meh 'ight now? Tha 'lightest indic'tion o' fear, is all I ask. "I'd REALLY, like ta see ya try, Guyliner.", she taunts. I narrow me eyes at 'er as me nostrils 'lare up. 'as she 'eally no sense o' self pres'rvation? "What 'oes what I 'ut on me face 'ave ta do with anythin'?", I snap. She quickly backs 'way from meh, 'nd 'tarts walkin' down tha alleyway 'gain. 'here in Hades 'oes she 'hink she's goin'? She's 'ot gettin' 'way that eas'ly. I jog ta catch up ta 'er. She 'ooks up at meh, 'nd 'ives meh a side smirk. I roll meh eyes in annoyance. She knew I'd 'ollow 'er. "Ta answer yare question from, earlier, absolutely nothing.", she 'ays. WAIT, 'hich question? I asked 'bout ten o' 'em. " 'nd which question 'ight that be, girly?", I ask. She waits 'til we 'urn inta 'nother alley 'fore ans'erin'. "When ya asked me what wearin' guyliner had ta do with, anythin'", she 'ays.
Hazel's POV:
As FUN, as it is ta see his eye twitch and a random, vein, on his forehead pop out, I should probably tone it down a bit. I'm not AFRAID of him hurtin' me, if that's what ya're thinkin'. l love pain just as much, if not more, as the next masochist. I'm more, worried, about annoyin' him sooo much, ta the point where he doesn't want to be anywhere NEAR me. "Then why'd ya 'ring it up?", he asks. I giggle at this. Our stand in Captain sure is a, curious, one, and we ALL know curiosity gets us. "Cause I can.", I retort. He lets out an almost, amused, huff. Then we turn down ANOTHER mother fuckin' alleyway. I swear ta Hades, if we have ta go through 20 more alleyways just ta get ta his daddy's ship... "And cause I like how it looks on yare face.", I add. Not a lot of guys have the BALLS ta strut around with makeup on. ESPECIALLY in Auradon, man that place is borin'. I can feel a SMUG, confident, smirk yeet itself onta his face. So, he likes havin' his ego jacked off, huh? That's good ta know. "LOTS of women do.", he boasts. Jesus Christ, this'll be easier than I thought. I throw my head back, and have a good laugh. I do this while we're still walkin', I pride myself in bein' able ta multi task. "I don' DOUBT that. Eyeliner or no eyeliner, I'm sure ya make all the girls here DRIPPIN' wet ta their core.", I casually say. I quickly sneak a look at his facial expression, he's sportin' one of the most COCKIEST shit eatin' grins I've probably ever seen. HA, everythin's goin' PERFECTLY accordin' ta the plan.
Harry's POV:
Ugh. WHY'D SHE 'AVE TA SAY IT LIKE THAT? I can 'ready feel me dick startin' ta harden at the thought of this annoyin' BITCH drippin' wet for meh, on 'er knees, beggin' meh ta fuck 'er brains out. I 'eel me breath 'atch in me 'roat. I 'ope she can' see me boner 'rough me jeans. As if she can 'ead me thoughts, she 'urns 'round and 'tarts walkin' backwards. She looks meh up and down, point'dly eyeing me dick. Me steps 'lightly falter. I've 'eard MUCH more dirtier 'ords 'aid by numerous women. If 'hose 'ords had come from any other lass, I'd be 'ntrigued 'nd 'lightly 'roused. "What're ya lookin' at?", I snap at 'er. She bites 'er lip 'hile makin' it 'tremely 'bious that she's 'tarin' at me dick. It 'akes all me will 'ower not ta groan. "I thought it was pretty, OBVIOUS.", she 'ays. Oh it is. She 'as NO IDEA what she's gettin' 'erself inta. I 'mirk down at 'er. " 're ya really 'ure ya want ta play this game, littl' girl?", I growl. She 'mediately 'tops walkin', 'nd in a matt'r o' seconds we 'ere inches 'part 'gain. "ABSOLUTELY, Daddy.", she purrs. I pre cum 'ight there in me boxers. How'd she know I 'ave a daddy kink? 'ure, I 'alled 'er littl' girl a few times, 'ut I 'oubt that's the 'irst time some'ne 'as 'ade that 'mark 'wards 'er. She's clever, I'll 'ive 'er that. I 'as hopin' ta wait 'til I got 'er ta me ship ta fuck 'er brains out, 'ut I don' think I'll be able ta 'ait much long'r. I 'ook down at me jeans, 'er gaze 'ollows mine. I grab 'er 'rist, 'nd yank it 'wards me 'robbi' dick. She 'alms me dick, 'nd I 'inally let out that groan I 'as 'oldin' in. " 'ook what ya've done, littl' girl. Ya 'ade meh pre cum in me boxers. Now who's 'onna clean that up?", I growl.
Hazel's POV:
Well would ya LOOK at that, I got him ta break earlier than I expected. Mmm, I win. I gasp as his pre cum moistens my hand. FUCK, he's so big. Oh, now THIS is gonna be fun. "Hmmm, well since it is YARE mess, ya should be the 1 ta clean it up.", I say. I slowly slide my hands up his pants, and onto his BELT. "Ya're the one who's 'aused this mess.", he groans. Yes, I certainly DID. I ever so SLOWLY, start ta undo his belt. I can feel his, frustration, bubblin' up ta the surface of his calm façade. I can' WAIT ta see his mask of pseudo confidence, crack, and crumble off. He's secretly a scared, INSECURE, lil boi. Most people are, and I don' think bein' raised on the Isle helps much with, self esteem. HELL, most people from Auradon, the place where everyone's soooo 'perfect', are insecure as FUCK. "Yare point is?", I ask. After I get his belt out of the way, I start ta, once again ever so SLOWLY unbutton and unzip his pants. "Me poin' is... UURRGHHH, WILL YA JUST 'URRY THE FUCK UP 'ND 'UCK ME DICK ALREADY!", he shouts. I IMMEDIATELY let go of his pants, and back up laughin'. He give me a confused, and slightly NERVOUS look. OH, this is just ta easy. It's almost not fair. "Oh, is THAT what ya think I'm gonna do?", I laugh out. He nervously fidgets where he stands. "Wha're ya 'onna do then?", he asks. I let out a huff of amusement as I back up even further. This is almost, DISAPPOINTIN'. I expected the GREAT Harry Hook ta have a tougher mask than that. "It's not what I'M gonna do, it's what YA'RE gonna do.", I reply.
Harry's POV:
Wha' is she e'en on 'bout? She's the one who 'tarted all this. I'll be damned if she t'inks she can just 'ive meh a boner then walk 'way. What's she e'en laughin' 'bout? She can' be laughin' 'bout meh pre cummin' so soon, can she? Wha' if she's laughin' at me dick size? No, she can' possi'ly be. She hasn' 'een it yet, 'less she can 'ell from wha' she felt? I 'talk 'wards 'er. I can' show weakn'ss, not 'ow. Some'ne's gotta show this litt'e girl who's boss. "I'll 'ell ya wha' I'm gonna DO, litt'e girl. I'm gonna 'tand 'ere, 'hile ya get dow' on yer knees, 'nd suck me dick 'til I cum down yer 'roat. Got it?", I command. I back 'er up 'gainst the wall o' the alley. Ha, nowhere 'or 'er ta run now. "Ohhh, so ya get off at bein', in charge? That CUTE.", she says. SERIOUS'Y?! An'one 'lse 'ould've coward'd 'fore meh, 'nd 'mediately sunk ta their knees. Wha's 'rong with this chick? "It's 'ute that ya t'ink ya 'ave a say in tha matt'r.", I 'tort. She 'eeds ta 'earn 'er place if she wan's ta 'main in me 'ood 'races. I slam me 'ands 'gainst tha wall next ta both 'ides o' 'er pretty litt'e face. She 'ooks up at meh, 'nd 'ites 'er lip. A grin 'orms on meh face. She 'ikes domin'ce, 'oes she? I 'asn't ta 'ure aft'r she 'ave meh lip 'bout suckin' me dick earl'r. "Mmmmm, I didn' see ya as the RAPE type.", purrs. Me eyes 'mediately wid'n, 'nd I 'ump back 'rom 'er. I may be a VK, but I'm not a rap'st. 'specially afta... She 'ushes 'erself off tha 'all while laughin'. I narrow me eye at 'er. She 'aid that ta 'ry 'nd get a 'action 'rom meh, didn' she?
Hazel's POV:
OH, that was just, priceless. So he EITHER, doesn' agree with the, morality, of rape. OR, he's been raped himself. Hmmmm, I WONDER, which one. UNLESS, it's both. Oh wouldn' that be JUST tragic. Either way, it still makes him an easier, VICTIM. I rush over ta him, and he ATTEMPTS ta back away. "Hey, hey, hey. It's okay, I was just messin' around. I didn' mean ta upset ya, I'm sorry.", I soothe as I try ta approach him more slowly. I slowy put my hands UP, ta show I mean no harm. He's a wounded, animal, at this point, and we ALL know how, careful, ya have ta be around wounded animals. "Do ya 'eally t'ink I 'ould be cap'ble of 'omethin' like that?", he asks. His HURT bleeds through his accusation, and I make my eyes soften in understandin'. So the morality of it's a reason, if not THE reason. I creep slower, and make soft shhhh sounds. "I don't know, this IS my 1st time meetin' ya. I don't really know ya well enough ta make THAT kind of assumption, but yare statement did IMPLY...", I trail off. His eyes slightly, widen. I have ta practically FORCE myself not ta roll my eyes. Did he REALLY just now realize how his, statement, came off? "I didn' 'ean it like that. I 'as just tryin' ta 'care ya.", he defends. I quirk a brow at him. So he likes ta, SCARE people, before he fucks them? Interestin'. He's got more kinks than I originally gave him credit for. "YEAH, that's not really helpin' yare case here, Hooky.", I say. I ease closer and SLOWLY place my hands on his arms. His, facial expression, is emotionless. Almost, VACANT. He JOLTS back ta reality, and tries ta move away from me. I give him a CONFUSED look, as I hold his arms in place. So, both it is then.
Harry's POV:
I didn' 'ean 'or it ta come out like that. Wha' if she 'eally t'inks I 'as gonna? I mean, I 'ould ne'er. No one shoul' 'ave ta go through somethin' like that. I 'eel a pair o' 'ands grab at meh. I try ta jerk back, 'ut they won' let meh get 'way. I quick'y blin' ta clear me vis'on. The lass 'rom earl'r is tha one holdin' meh in 'lace. Huh, guess she is 'tronger t'an she looks. "Let meh go.", I snap. We lock eyes, 'nd 'er eyes soft'n. "Hey, it's OKAY. I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm not like them.", she 'hisp'rs. Them? Wha' 'oes he e'en mean? SHE CAN' POSS'BLY KNOW. It 'tarts gettin' 'arder ta 'reathe. Me 'reathe 'omes out in short gasps. She 'tarts rubbin' 'er hands up 'nd down me arms. "I don' know wha' ya're talkin' 'bout.", I man'ge ta 'ay. God, I'm so pathetic. "Yes, ya do, but it's okay. We don't have ta talk about it. I understand.", she says. I violen'ly 'truggle 'gainst 'er. She's pullin' me leg. Wha's 'er 'ame now? She 'ants somethin' from meh, I know it. That's the only 'eason she's bein' so 'ice ta meh. People 'round 'ere aren' 'ice 'or no 'eason. "Ya can' e'en 'gin ta 'nderstan'.", I snap. She shoots meh a sympathetic look. I don' need 'er sypathy, 'ers or any'ne's. "I know what it's like, ta have ta do thin's ya don't want ta do. I don't mean TRIVIAL bullshit like takin' out the trash, or washin' the dishes either. I think ya know what I mean. LOOK, I'm not gonna force ya ta do anythin' ya don't wanna do, and I don't think ya wanna make me do somethin' I'm not comfortable with. If ya wanna zip yare pants back up, I'll turn around. I don't think ya're in the right, mental state, ta be havin' sex anyway. There'll be time for that, LATER.", she rambles.
Hazel's POV:
He's fallin' apart as we speak, I can TELL. Well this certainly WON'T do. We'll have ta fix, that. I love ta watch people SUFFER, just as much as the next person, but watchin' this cinnamon roll suffer from a PTSD rape flashback of, sorts? This ain't it chief. I let go of his arms, and slowly turn around. I REALLY hope he doesn't run off, not when he's this vulnerable and weak. It'd be ALL too easy for someone ta come along, and take advantage of that. His judgement's CLOUDED, he'd be ta TRUSTIN' of that person. That person could easily implant that false sense of TRUST, then use that trust ta implant themselves in his, life. It'd be all ta EASY ta gain whatever they wanted from him. I hear him slowly WRESTLE with his pants. WELL, at least he didn't run off. After a hot minute of belt buckle clinkin', it stops. " 'kay, ya 'an 'urn 'round now.", he says. I slowly turn back around, and hold out a hand. I also offer him a half smile AFTER he looks confused. "Come on, let's get ya HOME.", I offer. I have a feelin' he'd be ta jumpy and paranoid ta walk home alone. I HIGHLY doubt he'd go back ta the CHIP SHOP, and let his crew see him like this. Now's a PERFECT opportunity ta see how, much, trust he's bequeathed ta me. He slowly, and UNSURELY, places his hand in mine. My half smile turns inta a FULL one. "Lead the way, Captain.", I say. He seems slightly, startled, by my words. Oh come on, ya're Captain now that Uma's out of the, picture. So it CAN'T be the first time someone's called ya that.
Harry's POV:
That's tha 1st tim' someone's 'alled meh Capt'in, 'nd 'tually 'ounded sincere 'bout it. Tha 'rew fear 'nd 'spect meh, but as Uma's 1st mate. 'hich I'm perfect'y 'ine 'ith, but 'hen tha crew 'most sarcastically 'all meh Captain... I 'rag 'er in tha 'rection of me ship. I'd go ta tha Chip Shop, but Gil 'ould be able ta 'ell somethin's off. I 'eally don' 'ant ta talk 'bout it right now. She doesn' 'ay anythin' tha 'tire way there. She 'ust t'ink I'm pathetic, 'nd she's takin' pity on meh. I don' 'eed 'er pity, 'er or anyone 'lses. We 'each tha docks, 'nd I 'rop 'er hand. "Wha's yer game lass?", I snap 'fter turnin' 'round ta face 'er. "I don't have a, game.", she 'mediately 'plies. O' 'ourse she ouldn' 'ell meh. I narrow meh eyes at 'er. "Why'd ya 'alk meh home then?", I ask. "I figured ya wouldn't be in the best, head space, ta walk by yareself.", she 'ays. I scoff. She 'ays it like she 'ares. Wha' a manipul'tive cunt, preyin' 'n meh in me time of 'eed. "Wha' do ya 'are if I'm 'ot in th 'est head 'pace or 'ot?", I ques'ion. She 'ets out a soft 'igh. "Cause I'd feel almost, bad, if somethin' happened ta ya before I even got ta know ya.", she says. She's a VK, she shouldn' 'eel bad 'bout somethin' happenin' ta some one 'lse. Tha look she's givin' meh, wha' is that? "T'at's not 'ery VK o' ya.", I 'ay. She 'ets out a maniacal 'augh. Wha's so 'unny now? She 'tarts walkin' backwards, 'wards meh ship. She'll be 'eal dis'ppointed if she t'inks I'm lettin' 'er inta me home. "NOW, whoever said I was a VK?", she asks. Me jaw 'rops clear down ta tha 'round. WHA' DID SHE 'UST 'AY?
Hazel's POV:
WELL, that sure seemed ta get his attention. I guess he realized how, SOFT, he was bein' before. How much, trust, was ACTUALLY seepin' through. Which apparently isn't allowed if ya're a 'VK'. I could tell he was gonna leave me out here, while he WALLOWED in self misery from the comfort of his room. We can't have that now, can we? I SUPPOSE I could leave and 'bump inta him tomorrow, but that might seem a tad SUSPICIOUS. This is the 1st time he's ever seen me in the ENTIRE time he's lived here. Now all of a sudden he's 'bumpin'' inta me left and right? That wouldn't go over well with him. He MAY have some mental, issues, but he's not stupid. He starts quickly chasin' after me. "Ya're an AK?", he asks. I can feel the SADISTIC glee rollin' off him from the mere thought of havin' a reason ta torture me. "Now I NEVER said, that.", I reply. I turn around so I can actually see where I'm goin'. I beeline straight for his ship, or, what I'm assumin' is his ship. As soon as we neared the docks, he's had his eye on THIS ship in particular. "Ya 'id, just now. Ya 'aid ya weren' a VK.", he retorts. Here's where the SLIGHT confusion starts ta set in. He interpreted my reply in a way that IMPLIED I meant I wasn't a 'VK' therefore makin' me an 'AK'. Look at him, usin' context clues. "No, I ask who said I was a 'VK'", I correct. I glance back at him ta see FRUSTRATION yeet itself across his face for the 5th time tonight. He must be so tired, and not ta mention emotionally drained. I doubt he'd put up much of a fight if I suggested the IDEA of me stayin' the night.
Harry's POV:
I don' e'en 'nderstand wha' tha fuck she's tryin' ta 'ay. I'm so fuckin' 'ired right now, I'd kill a guy 'ust ta be able ta curl up in me bed 'ight 'bout now. "No one, but aren' ya?", I ask. Is she or isn' she a VK? 'ust 'nswer tha ques'ion so I can go ta 'leep. I've 'ad a LONG day t'day, 'nd I'm 'ot in tha mood 'or yare games. "I don' know, maybe.", she 'ays. I 'lap me 'and 'gainst me face. "T'at 'as a yes or no ques'ion.", I snap. She 'tops walkin', so I do ta. "I don't know who my biological parents are.", she 'ays. Meh eyes 'bout pop out me 'ead. How do ya 'ot know who yare parents are? "Awww, wha' happ'ned? 'id they 'bandon ya?", I sneer. 'er facial 'pression 'hanges inta 1 of indiff'rence. "Ya, they did ACTUALLY.", she 'plies. I 'tart chucklin'. I 'as just messin 'bout, I didn' t'ink I'd 'tually be 'ight. "So wha' do ya do when someone asks ya who ya are?", I ask. She looks kinda mad. I devilishly 'rin at 'er. Looks 'ike I finally 'ound somethin' that gets under 'er 'kin. "I tell them my NAME. What does my, parents, have ta do with who I AM?", she snaps. Me 'rin only grows 'ider. 'onder how 'ar I 'ave ta push 'er 'fore she 'reaks 'nd 'ngrily 'tomps 'way. "Oh, 'nly e'erythin'. Yare parents 'ake ya who ya are, they define ya. E'eryone 'udges ya by who yare parents are. So I don' know if ya're lucky, or 'nfortunate, orphan.", I say. A sadistic 'rin 'preads cross 'er face. WHA'? I t'ought I 'ad 'er! She 'tarts laughin' 'nd movin' e'en closer ta meh ship. "OOOHHH, I see what ya're tryin' ta do there.", she 'ays in a dark tone 'o voice. FUCK. Why'd t'at 'ound so hot?