Hey guys ^_^ Even worse writers block! I only knew one quote that I was gonna use... As I am sitting here playing with my cleavage pretending to have my boobs talk with my friend. God, I need a ding dong damn life. Anywho~ I hope you enjoy my story!

As soon as we finish eating, he pushes me down and begins to kiss up my nape. Nearby, all three bottles of booze are now lying empty on the floor... and I am only responsible for a sip or two of it.

He begins to place sloppy, drunken kisses on my neck as he presses closer and closer into me. I feel my heart race more and more with every touch.

"Stop it..."

"Why must I?" He says in a slur.

"You're being a pervert..." I feel tears sting my eyes. He then gets off of me and stumbles to open the door.

"If you can't do the dirty, then you must clean the dirty!" He yells before stumbling above deck.

The door is still open, and assuming what he said, he wants me to clean the ship. Unfortunately for him, I don't know exactly what he wants me to clean or have anything to clean with. I walk up dark stairwells, staring at the cobwebs without much thought. Suddenly, I run into a... Clothed wall? No, it's just a muscular boy with dark hair and brown eyes. He's about my age, and handsome enough, I guess...

"My apologies miss!... Oh wait, are you that drunken excuse for a captain's toy? I wouldn't be out of your cage if I was you. Great one for the whippin's, he is. I hope to take that damned bloke's place soon... I'd be much better than him. And I'd treat you well, beautiful~... What's your name girl?"

"Elinore."

"I'm Johnathan. You better back to your cage, Sweetheart. Judging by the sound of those heavy footsteps, he's coming back down to get you."

"But-" I can't say more. He rushes me down the stairs and back to my cell before disappearing.

I wait in my cell for a couple of minutes before my captor drunkenly stumbles back down the stairs holding something red and black that seemed to be very lacy. As soon as he walked into my cell it was thrown at me.

"Change into that and then we'll talk," he said with a slur.

I quickly went behind the curtain and put on the lacy frock. It was a low-cut dress that barely stopped above my nipples. It had a breathtakingly tight corset, and it stopped at my knees. It also had a huge bustle. I felt that if i bent over, my breasts would spill out.

As soon as I walk out, he grabs me.

"Mmh... Look at that sexy dress... It's perfect. I can not wait to see you clean in that," He whispers seductively in my ear. The smell of his breath implies that he has probably had more liqueur. "Here," He hands me a bucket and a scrub brush, which I obediently used to clean the floor.

"You know sir, you should really stop all that drinking. It will kill you at a young age." I say, holding my breasts in with one hand and scrubbing with the other.

"I know..." He murmurs with a serious tone. I figure that it's best to not ask.

"... Why are you keeping me?"

"As a toy, not to mention the fact that I need an heir to take over the ship at my death."

"So I'm just... Your own personal prostitute?"

"I wouldn't put it like that!"

"So you love me?"

"No. Love isn't real."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that love isn't real. Everyone breaks apart! People only end up hurting each other!"

"James, I won't hurt you..." I can feel myself falling for him, wanting to mend his broken heart.

"DON'T LIE YOU WHORE!" He smacks me, then straddles me, holding me down, "LOVE DOES NOT EXIST!"

"Shh... Shh, James..." I'm able to lift him off of me. He's a complete wreck, sobbing pitifully. I hold him close, letting him sob on my shoulder. I stroke his back and he eventually stops crying.

"Don't you dare try to make me love you," he mumbles before walking away as if nothing ever happened.

I can only hope to one day mend his broken heart, but for now I'm stuck in this slutty little dress.