Hey this is chapter 12!

This chapter is dedicated to:

Sakura123

Cause I feel like it.

Also: Alenor Peredhel – very good. Merci.

Don't own Pirates.

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Kate lay in the bed terrified. She hadn't gotten any sleep at all. What had happened to her would haunt her memory forever.

Samuel stirred beside her and woke up. He mumbled something and literally kicked her out of the bed. She yelped as she fell. The sudden movement, along with the noise she had made, caused her head throb.

She managed to pull herself up to the bed. Her legs were like rubber, barely able to support her weight.

The door slammed as he left, doing nothing to help her headache. She moved slowly around the room, gathering up her clothes.

After gradually getting dressed, her stomach growled. There was no food in the room as far as she could see. Maybe he will bring some… It was a stupid thought, but she couldn't help herself.

She waited all morning (or what she assumed was morning, since there were no windows), but when he came back, there was no food, just a half empty bottle of rum. The way he swayed proved that that was not his first.

"Damn worthless harlot!" He slurred as he to one last chug from the bottle and threw it at her. She was able to duck, but he came at her and started hitting her. He slapped and punched until she fell to the floor, and he started kicking. Eventually he stopped and left the room, mumbling as he went.

She groaned as her headache worsened, making moving almost unbearable.

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And that was how the next three days went by. She acted as his slave, doing what he wanted when he wanted. When she wasn't fast enough, or did something wrong she was beaten. Sometimes he did it for no reason. She had very little food, only the bits that she had managed to sneak off his plates after meals.

Her life was hell on earth. Many times she wished she could just die, but Barnett was too cruel to just let her take her last breath. He had even removed all of the guns and swords from the room 'as a precaution.'

On the third day of her enslavement, the captain called for Jonathan. She hadn't seen anyone besides Barnett the whole time she was there. He sat in the chair at the head of the table, Jonathan sitting across. Kate sat in a corner, as far away from the table as possible.

Every few minutes Jonathan would look pitifully in her direction.

"Like her Jonathan?" Barnett asked as he looked over at her. He didn't reply. "Because I am quite sure I can lend her to you. Isn't that right?" She looked between the captain and Jonathan fearfully. He wouldn't dare…

"No. I think she's had enough torture."

"The truth is I'm getting rather bored of her." She leaped up.

"So you'll let me go?"

"No, no, that wouldn't be fair to the rest of the crew." Samuel gave her an evil smirk as he stood. He grabbed her wrist and pushed her out through the doors and onto the deck.

"Have fun." He reentered the cabin.

The sun was bright, and she couldn't see anything. Kate stumbled around, trying to find her balance. There were footsteps around her and hands started to grab at her. She felt herself being pulled along to God knows where, still trying to adjust to the light.

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Jonathan watched as Kate was pushed out the door. It swung closed before he could see what was happening. The captain came back in the room, taking out maps and ink.

"Why can't we just take her back?" He said coolly.

"Because I am the captain and I say no."

"Can you at least drop her off somewhere?" the older man glared down at him.

"Jonathan the way you're acting is going to get you an arrangement with the cat o' nine." As much as he wanted to continue, Jonathan knew he couldn't help Kate after being whipped. Some of the rowdier men had been in pain for days after they got their whipping.

With a sigh he left the cabin, trying to devise a plan and ignore Kate's screams.

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This chapter kind of sucks, but please don't hurt me.

Last week's quote: "you will maintain your distance sir" from Ever After.

So yeah, Happy Thanksgiving to all of my Canadian friends. Turkey all around.

R+R Chicaga