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Chapter 3 – The Duties of a Captive
Lizzie's night was not very pleasant. It was hard getting comfortable on a hard wooden floor. For an hour or so, she tossed and turned. Part of her wondered what would happen if she closed her eyes. She was fearful that if she let her guard down he would try to seduce her once more. A few times, she popped her head to look over the bed making sure that the Captain was sleeping soundly. The first few times she saw no movements and then she was caught. "If you don't go to bed, I will make sure you won't for the whole night." There could have been many other meaning then the ones he was thinking of. She interpreted as torture, so she quickly lay down and closed her eyes. Before drifting off to sleep, she heard a soft chuckle.
Morning came quickly because of a slap on her ass. She quickly rolled over to prevent anymore abuse. "What the bloody hell was that for?" She snapped.
"What a tongue on a woman." He muttered to himself as he started to button the shirt he draped over his body. "It's time to start a new day." He looked down at her. Her attire was indecent for a lady. "Until I can find you a proper outfit, you will have to stay in here."
She looked down at what she was wearing. Lizzie was surprised. This wasn't even close to being revealing compared to what some of her friends wore. "What's wrong with my clothing? It's clean."
Hook walked over to his desk where his coat lay from last night. Putting it on, he turned to her once more. "You might think it's nothing but my men do. It would be hard to keep your virtue intact if you wear that outside. Plus, I don't feel like keeping an eye on you like a troublesome child." Lizzie found it hard to believe that he cared anything about her virtue because of the way he was last night. Of course it was true. Hook only cared to keep her to himself. He did not want to see the lustful looks his crew members would give her if she were to come topside in what she was wearing.
It was when the girl was sleeping the night before that Hook really thought of how useful the girl would be. He still planned to use her as bait to trap the troublesome Peter Pan but he also discovered some other useful things about her last night. It was a few months since he had last had a woman. It took him a lot of effort not to force himself on her last night. If he was going to bed her until he tired of her, he would have to do it slowly or it wouldn't be very lasting. It would be quite fun to tame the dark haired vixen that now sat on his cabin floor.
Lizzie didn't say anything but one could tell she was angry. More than anything, she wanted out of this hellhole. She wanted to be home with her friends and family. She wondered if they were sending out a police squad to search for her or something like that. Come to think of it, her mother probably would not worry much. Her mother was still upset that she inherited the house she currently resides in and not her. Her mother, Jackie, was a greedy person and not very loving. Sure, she did the things that any mother would do but not without complaining. This was one reason she was finally glad to move out of their house in America and move far away to England. Her mother probably had already moved into the house by now.
Deep into her thoughts, she almost didn't notice Hook leaving the cabin. She whipped her head around. "Hey wait! What am I suppose to do? I can't just sit here and do nothing. I will die of boredom." She waited for a moment before adding. "At least give me something to do? Do you have any books?"
Hook sighed loudly. He was just about to go outside and order his crew around when the girl opened her mouth. Slowly, he closed the cabin door and walked over to a trunk that stood next to one of the walls. Opening it, he looked inside. He turned to her and gestured to the trunk. "Your chains will reach this trunk. In here are many books that have been looted from places we have raided. I do not like to read so it is good that they are put to good use. Are ye happy now?"
She glared at him as she stood up not daring to look like a weakling. "As long as you are near me, I will never be." The words were powerful and full of hatred.
Hook stepped closer to her. Their faces were almost touching. Lizzie felt warmness flutter within her chest. What was this feeling? It could not be just hatred. It took her a lot of effort not to touch his curly hair. Part of her wanted to feel his beard graze against her chin as he kissed her like he did last night. Desire? Did she really desire the man she hated? The thought was to disgusting to even think about. The Captain brought his hook up to her cheek. She flinched when she felt the cold metal against her flesh. Lizzie did not move, however, as much as she wanted to. She felt the sharp metal graze her cheek. Surprisingly, she was not scared for her life but rather her soul. He gazed into her eyes, keeping them in contact with his. It was like he was trying to put her in a trance. "What a pity," He muttered. "No matter. You will eventually give in and when you do, I will teach you many things. I will show you how to pleasure a man," He brought the hook to her mouth. "With your lips," With his good hand, he gently caressed her left breast making her gasp with surprise. "With your breasts," He then brought it down to her right hand and made a show to touch her arm with it. "With your hands," Lastly, he moved it to the inside of her thigh. "And finally with your cunt."
He stood there gazing into her eyes. No one spoke for at least a minute. All of a sudden, he turned around and walked out of the cabin. Lizzie stood their speechless. She couldn't process what to do next. She moved one of her hands over to where he had touched her last. As she pressed, she felt something wet on the inside of shorts. Lizzie could not believe how aroused she had gotten. It was obvious how much she wished that she could just shake this feeling off. As she walked over to the trunk full of books, she realized she must put all her efforts into not letting him seduce her again. Lizzie had many doubts in this plan but tried to keep them out of her mind.
For the time being, she would devote all of her attention into finding a book and reading it. Bending over the trunk, she looked through the many books. There wasn't much of a selection so she settled with an autobiography about Eleanor Roosevelt. Non-Fiction books were not as exciting for her. It was romance novels that excited her the most, but she highly doubted Captain Hook kept any lying around so this was what she had to live with. With the book in her hand, she twirled around about ready to sit on the floor to read, but she stopped suddenly. Her eyes darted towards the bed that lay unused. She then looked to the locked door. She very much doubted that the Captain of the ship would come down to his cabin any time soon. He probably had a lot of work to do topside. It couldn't hurt to spend a few hours lying in his bed reading. A small thought that she tried to keep out of her head managed to creep into it. Lizzie would be lying in his bed. She weighed the pros and cons in her mind.
Being a rebel, she decided to chance it and climbed on the bed. The chain around her ankle made a huge racket as she lifted it over the wooden part at the end of the bed. Lifting the covers over her, she quickly got situated before opening the book. It didn't take her long to get bored and drowsy. Little by little, she began to fall asleep. Since she had to sleep on the floor last night, she didn't get much sleep. The thought of Captain Hook catching her in the act of disobeying him didn't seem to cross her mind as she head fell onto the pillow.