Chapter 2
Title: Smother Me
Rating: R or pg13?
Paring: Will/Jack
Summery: Will has been hurt, abused, and everything else you can imagine. He has to escape, but to where? Who will he find? A certain infamous pirate! (I am horrible with summaries.)
Warning: Prostitution, abuse, and slash.
Also, I hate it when people try REALLY hard to make the pirate voices, it just sounds horrible and it's hard to read. So…I'm just going to use a regular voice and try my hardest to keep the characters like how they would act.
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Will silently left the apartment, after yet another run in with a customer, and went looking for food. He came upon a rather large food shop outside. Many people there, putting there food in the basket they held on there arm. His mouth watered at all the fruits he saw. So many different one's he's never even tried before. Trying to not look suspicious, he quickly went in and walked along some of the people buying the fruits. He tucked his shirt inside his pants and continued walking around.
He looked at all the bananas, oranges, peaches, tangerines, apples, strawberries. He hasn't been happier to see all this food. He looked around for the shop owner. He was lazily sitting on barrel with a bottle of rum in his hand. His pot belly stuck out giving him a, unclean and, dirty look. His eyes were half closed and he occasionally woke up to somebody paying him.
Will thought to himself about what to do. He would stuff some of the food inside of his shirt and walk out. He remembered not to run or else it would cause commotion and people would be suspicious. He had to act calm, and cool as if he was just browsing around with his mother.
He looked around and swiped a bag of strawberries and stuffed them into his shirt. He looked around hoping nobody had caught him. To his relief nobody had even paid attention to him. He smiled and was delighted that he found something to eat. He ducked down and moved across aiming for the bananas. He picked two out and went back down and stuck them in his shirt.
Then for the last thing he went along side this woman with a little girl. He walked behind them and when they stopped to get tangerines he stopped with them. They hadn't seemed to notice him since he wasn't hovering right next to them. He grabbed some and put them into his shirt again. Then he casually walked out and made it back onto the street.
His face brightened and he laughed to himself happy, feeling as if he had just accomplished some great task. He had gotten away with it and nobody had noticed him. He steadily walked towards the dock, looking over his shoulder occasionally, thinking somebody was going to accuse him of stealing or his master calling out to him. He found a nice hidden spot away from everybody and walked underneath the dock.
He sat on the sand and un tucked his shirt and let the fruit fall out. He tore open the bag of strawberries and hungrily at them one by one. He smiled and ate the rest of what he had. He lay out on the sand and decided to stay here for a while. Nobody would see him; nobody would think to even look for him here. He curled into a ball and began to drift off to sleep.
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The man grinned and, took a drink from his bottle of beer; he greedily counted the money the boy had gotten him. He was thinking about doing something different, letting there be a few other men with the boy and put the price up a bit. He scowled though, it seems as though his little Will has taken off.
He tucked the money inside his shirt pocket and went around looking for his property. Frustrated he ran one of his dirty hands threw his hair, and drank more of his beer.
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Will was in a peaceful sleep, his breathing going at a steady pace, and his chest rose up and down, rhythmically. His quite slumber disturbed when he felt a drunken kick to his chest.
He woke up and cowered away from his master, afraid of getting the belt.
"I'm sorry, I…I didn't know what happened. I fell asleep and I lost track of time! I'm sorry" he said his eyes huge and his arms wrapped around his small body.
"Boy! Do you realize what time it is? You get your ass over here, its time for you to work, you filthy whore." He spat out and angrily threw the beer bottle at Will. It smashed into his head, and fell to the ground. He hissed in pain and felt his head bleeding.
"Look what you made me do! Get up! Now! Let's go! I already have somebody waiting for you!"
Will got up and began to follow his master, stumbling over a few times and clutching his head. He pressed his hands down hard on his head to stop the bleeding. By the time he reached the motel room the bleeding had subsided a bit. "Get in, you know the routine!" he yelled giving him a push towards the door. Will sighed, knowing full on what he was heading for. When he walked in, everything took him by surprise. He looked around and he suddenly became terrified. This was completely different; there were six other men in this room. There were more men in the room then he had ever had, and fear clutched his heart. He looked back at the door and tried to make a dash for it, but one of the men slammed him against the door.
"Listen here you little pretty thing, we've each got you here for an hour, that means you'll be giving us what we want till the sun comes up! Now you're going to listen ok? I better not see you try anything funny; I'll make you regret it." He growled at Will and pushed him away towards the door. They smiled evilly at him and the man that spoke to him locked the door.
"Look how pretty he is, were going to have a lot of fun with this one." One of the other men said, licking his lips. They all took off there clothes, and looked towards Will directing him to take his off. He shuddered, and took of his clothes, knowing once again he was going to lose, but this time it was going to be much worse.
"Come over here, whelp!" another man yelled. Will walked over and looked at him with dead eyes. The man pushed him down to his knees and pushed his face against his cock. "Suck it now, you disgusting, worthless shit" he sneered, and pushed Wills face to his cock. Will began and then he heard one of the other guys yell.
"Somebody take him from behind! We'll take turns!" and the next thing he knew he felt one of the men's enormous member slam into him. Will bowed his head and obeyed everything the men had told him to do. Will was in there for hours, they fucked him, and hurt him, and they even beat him up when they were done.
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His master waited outside when it was nearing the time the men would be done. The door opened and naked Will was thrown out, the men fully clothed spit at him, and kicked him and yelled "You poor excuse for a human being!"
"You pathetic filthy whore!" and with one last sneer they paid his master and left, making another appointment for the young boy the next day. Will lay on the floor, his body bleeding and, his face bruised. His body was worn, and he knew he couldn't take another night, he couldn't go on. This time he was going to find a ship to sneak on, and leave this place for good.
"Hey there Will, good job look at the money you've earned me! Wash up, tomorrow there's going to be more!" his master cheerfully said and walked away letting Will go back into the motel and clean up.
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He stood under the cold water, as it hit his body and wiped away the blood. He leaned against the wall heavily, as he cleaned his body slowly. He took the bar of soap and scrubbed his body, trying to rid himself of the filthiness he felt. As he scrubbed himself, his cuts and scabs re opened and began to bleed again. He cursed himself in the shower and just let the water soak him. He turned it off and grabbed the towel, hanging on the rack and dried himself off.
He looked at the mirror and cringed at his body. You could clearly see his ribs poking out of his body, from lack of food, and there were yellow and purple bruises along his torso and chest. His head wound left a nasty scar. He looked at the welts on his body, and the marks. They were everywhere; they were always going to be on him a reminder of what has happened to him. Like a tattoo, they will not ever fade.
His left cheek already bore a deep black and blue bruise. He turned away from the mirror, his eyes watering up, but he refused to cry. Not anymore, he won't cry, he was even more determined to go. He heard of a ship coming along, a black one with black sails. He did not know the significance of that, but whatever it meant he did not care. All he cared about was getting out. He pulled on his clothes which hung off of him, to big for his body.
He peered out the window and looked to see if his master was anywhere near. He didn't see him and he slowly unlocked the door, and walked outside. The sun was just about to reach up the sky. He quickly ran to the docks again and he spotted the black ship. His heart jumped in excitement. He pushed his soggy, wet hair out of his face and ran to the ship.
Once inside, he felt uneasy, and hurriedly tired to look for a place to rest that was hidden. He went down to the lower decks and found himself in a dark room. There were barrels and barrels of rum in there, along with crates filled with bottles of rum. He looked around, trying to find a nice place to lay his worn out body.
There was a lot of dust, and he sneezed a few times. He finally found a nice spot. He moved a few barrels of rum in front of his spot so whoever was onboard this ship they wouldn't spot him.
Once he felt satisfied, he lay on the floor, and used his arms as a pillow for his tired head. He gently laid his head down and curled into a ball and drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
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The pirate sailed off into the sea, upon just arriving at the destination he disliked it and decided to leave for another place to stop and stock up. He walked out of his cabin and began to bark orders at his crew.
"Gibbs! Come here, I need to ask you a favor" he yelled out hoping the person he called would hear him.
"Aye Captain Jack, what is it?"
"Would you be ever so kind as to go and see what supplies we need to stock up on? I have a feeling we will be needing more rum!" he said giving him a sloppy smile and walking away.
Gibbs looked at Jack and shook his head. "If there was one thing, other than the Pearl that Jacked loved it is his Rum" he gave a hearty laugh and went to see what needed to be stocked.
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