Chapter Four
Minutes lapsed into hours, her cries morphing into uncontrollable hiccups as the tears dried on her face.
Her body felt weak and the lack of control that seemed to accompany the feeling only made it worse. Her entire lower half felt foreign and unfamiliar. She had things in places she didn't know the names or purposes of which only confused her more like the dull throb of pain focused at the center of her body. She felt as though she was wasting away, her skin drying and shriveling up into nothing. Her body made strange noises along with unknown feelings ravaging away at her.
The heat was stifling, coating her skin in a thin layer of sticky moisture created by her fragile human body, her hair matted and tangled against her forehead.
Her dull lifeless eyes searched the cabin frantically for a means of escape as she panted, her throat closing tightly in desperate thirst.
Emma's hand curled around her throat, hoping to soothe the ache but found no reprieve as she shuttered helplessly.
She was frantic at this point, twisting and turning in hopes of getting herself moving but only managing to trap herself in the soft material that lay beneath her. She tugged relentlessly begging for release and after a firm jerk was sent tumbling off the bed with a thud. She groaned and hissed in pain, her new body far more delicate then she originally thought. She spasmed and winced as she propped herself up on her forearms, a sluggish smile forming on her lips when she saw the chair in front of her.
Her skin scraped against the wooden floorboards, marking her flesh up as she slithered forward towards her intended goal. She grunted feebly, forcing herself onward as she felt the wood splinter against her limbs painfully.
She sobbed with relief when her hand closed around the leg of the chair and she took a deep steady breath, bracing herself as she used it to leverage herself upright. She climbed, holding herself up with the help of the chair until she stood on wobbly legs, her nails raking against the table as if she would fall at any second.
Her eyes landed on a shiny utensil resting on the table and she quickly snatched it into her hand just as her legs gave out from underneath her sending her hurdling backward to the floor.
She moaned and cried, her head shooting with an unforgivable pain as she clutched the three pronged utensil in her shaky palm.
The sound of muffled shouts and urgent footsteps invaded her senses from above, the clatter ringing in her ears as the noise grew louder.
Her lips mouthed at the floor in a helpless whine as the hatch was unbolted and opened, her captor's footsteps heavy against the rickety stairs as he raced into the cabin.
She sobbed as she heard him release a feral snarl, her palm biting into the metal of her chosen weapon for dear life as he savagely pried her from the floor and dragged her broken body to the bed despite the pleading protests that fell dead at her lips.
He heaved her upon the bed, settling himself over her to prevent her from moving as she thrashed wildly below him, his eyes dark and untamed, his chain dangling loosely around his neck like a pendulum keeping time with her racing heart.
Her eyes widened as he straddled her, his lips curling devilishly at the effect he had on her, his erection thickening against the pliant flesh of her thigh as she continued to fight against him.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" He glared intimidatingly at her, the intensity of his voice making her blood run cold. "Either you are exceptionally brave or exceedingly foolish. Tell me love do you have a certain affinity for death? What about it appeals to you so?" He questioned mockingly.
"The only death that fascinates me is yours." She quipped with a snarl, jabbing the three pronged utensil into the sensitive flesh of his hand that sent him howling in pain.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, she wriggled out from underneath him while he was occupied with the sharp pain shooting through his hand and maneuvered herself out of bed and back onto her legs.
She stepped carefully, adjusting to the sensation as she swayed unsteadily, her hands reaching out to brace herself for the impending fall. Her knees buckled, her body betraying her as her hands broke her fall.
Killian huffed loudly as he removed the fork from his hand, stretching his fingers, wincing with the motion as blood seeped from the wound. He failed to hide his smile as he laughed impishly at the mermaid's misfortune, the pain dulling with his amusement.
Grasping his wounded hand he threw himself off the bed and started towards her crumpled form, his boots coming directly to her eye level as he bent forward to whisper darkly, "you will never be rid of me."