AN: I continued to be floored with the response this is getting and again these chapters are going to be very short or vary from time to time in length. I'm not putting pressure on myself with this one guys. This is just something fun which is why I probably will continue to not have a beta for it. Just adds to the stress. So here goes nothing…
Chapter Three
"What have you done to me?" She screamed shrilly, her face turned down into a grimace.
Killian lifted an inquisitive eyebrow, unsure of how to respond.
Was she referring to his sexual deviancy, his kidnapping her, or her-
"I have… I have-" She repeated as she gestured to her newly acquired limbs, her voice frantic and pained as if he had torn through her very flesh.
Killian looked to her shapely legs then back to her, his adams apple bobbing in his throat as he was rendered speechless for a split second.
"They-" He spoke hoarsely before clearing his throat, indicating the subject of his speech with a colorful flourish of his hand while awkwardly scratching behind his ear. "Your legs- I assumed you were aware of the change."
He found himself lacking in his rather extensive vocabulary for once in his miserable life in the presence of the creature that seemed to defy nature and it was something he truly despised- showing weakness.
"No." She said shortly, lowering her head for a brief moment before snapping it up in his direction. "You had nothing to do with these?"
"Legs." He acknowledged. "No, I had no such involvement." He denied.
She curled into herself protectively, her fingers threading themselves in the golden strands on her head, the other arm crumpled against her chest.
He stared at her blankly and cracked his neck before moving towards her intently, settling himself beside her on the bed.
She jerked away from him, a scowl on her downturned lips that only served to fuel his growing frustration with the peculiar woman.
Without hesitation and a growl on his lips he seized her wrist, bruising her in his grip as he pulled her closer to him, his gaze a mask of perfect imposition making her eyes go wide with fear.
"Do not challenge me mermaid." He hissed. "You are fortunate enough to be alive and in my care despite my better judgment. Do not dare test my authority or you shall find yourself in the worst death imaginable." He promised, his voice rough with the dark intent of his words.
She dropped her head letting his spiteful words sink in to only have his fingers tilt her head upward in his direction, his head canted slightly to the side as he appraised her silently, his other hand tangling in the hair at the back of her head.
He jerked her head back violently eliciting a startled gasp from his captive as he stood up swiftly to tower over her cowering form from above. "You will look at me when I'm speaking to you." He commanded garishly.
"Please." She pleaded, her eyelashes fluttering with restrained tears as she tried to pry herself from him.
"You and your kind nearly destroyed my ship, my crew, and myself along with it and you will spend the rest of your days making emends for your actions so let me make something abundantly clear to you: I owe you nothing." He spat viciously, releasing his grip on her that had her tumbling backward.
She swallowed the lump in her throat as she watched him leave, his long leather duster flowing menacingly behind him with every step he took.
"You are a monster." She accused after him causing his hand to still on the railing, his eyes glinting with mirth, a seedy grin forming on his lips.
He turned his head over his shoulder, his hand poised against the railing to see her kneeling at the foot of the bed with a fiery tenacity he couldn't dispute. "And you are nothing more than a sea trollop." He roared venomously, leaving her in stunned silence as he stomped up the stairs and closed the hatch behind him.
Her hands curled into the sheets, grasping handfuls as her shoulders shook with the force of her sobs, the tears rolling hotly down her cheeks as her tail unknowingly faded in and out of existence.