The story is going to be rated M from now on. The material has gotten somewhat graphic so I don't want this story deleted. But if you would like to read the story anyways, I'll basically describe what happens in this chapter
SPOILERS – DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT MIND TO READ SLIGHTLY GRAPHIC MATERIAL.
The crew of the Abaddon finally find the Black Pearl. They board and they mistake Audrina for Angelina because they didn't think that more then one women would be aboard the Pearl and took the first one they saw. She was sexually assaulted and then taken to the Abaddon. There, she meets Marcus Addison. He is enraged they took the wrong girl and kills the man responsible. She faints and wakes up in a cage. She talks to Addison and he tells her he raped her mother. She is enraged and finally realizes that Marcus Addison is really her father. She tells him but he rapes her anyways.
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Tortugan Beginnings
The Opportune Moment
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Marcus Addison stood aboard the Abaddon, his cruel blue eyes glinting with malice and pleasure as he looked aboard the near deserted obsidian ship in the distance. Marcus Addison was so very pleased with himself at the moment. They had followed the ship quite discreetly, only a port behind them everywhere they went. And now they had found the opportune moment to go and kill the bastards. Or at least get his little 'dolly' back. Wasn't that idiot Jack Sparrow always ranting about the opportune moment? Well, Marcus Addison had found his. And he was quite pleased with himself. Quite pleased, indeed.
It was dark out, the moon glittering upon the surface of the near black waters. It was quite the setting for a romantic evening. But tonight was not meant to be romantic; he would cut down anyone in his path and dance in glory as he got his prize. Oh, blood will be spilt tonight! He was absolutely sure of it. Then he would take back his little rag doll and ravage her until she was crying bloody tears.
Marcus Addison was a real bastard. He was a real black hearted beast. And he knew it. He enjoyed his cruelty and his sadistic thoughts. He loved it. He absolutely adored the way he thought twisted things as easily as most thought about every day activities. No, he did not have some type of mental disease nor was he the spawn of some demonic force. He simply enjoyed it. Oh, Addison knew it was wrong. But that just edged him on further.
Quite the sadist. Quite the monster.
Time was ticking by. And then he would have her. An African man walked beside him, his black eyes glittering underneath the stormy skies. He turned to his captain.
"Is everything prepared?" Marcus asked.
The African pirate nodded the many rings on his lips, nose and ears jingled in unison. "Aye, Cap'n suh. The thick bastards drank their sorry guts out. Everythin' is in orda, suh. Our blond dahling dolly will return ta us tanight."
He gave a twisted smirk. "Excellent, Obasi. Yer will get a second round with the little dolly fer such glorious work."
The pirate grinned back, just getting excited by the mere thought. "Oh, she's been gone fa ta long. Wouldn't ya agree, suh?"
"I agree completely." Marcus responded and singled with his hands for complete silence. "We are to send only Fredrick, Emilio and Solomon to retrieve the girl. The whore will be the only girl on the ship, I should think. They shouldn't have a problem finding her. You and a few other men will board as well to kill anyone that may come in the way. Take what you can."
"Aye, suh." Responded the black pirate. "Are we ta take anythin' from the ship, Cap'n? Besides the girl?"
"Rob Sparrow blind. That would really kill the mad bastard." Addison chuckled and Obasi joined in with a gentle laugh.
And the chase was on.
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Audrina was alone on the deck. It was somewhat foolish but they were on a ship, what was the worst that could happen? Jack was passed out in the cabin they shared as was everyone else. Few were passed out on the mere deck, snoring softly and others vomiting off the side of the ship. Audrina's drunkenness had passed with her short slumber but she felt sober now. She wanted to think, reflect and perhaps remember.
She loved to think about her mother. Well, whatever she could remember about her. Antoinette Agnello Hart was a wonderful woman, she remembered. Large turquoise eyes and the softest singing voice. It was so melodic and she would often lull Audrina into slumber as a young child. Lucas refused to listen to lullabies, he always felt much older then his age. Audrina knew better however. All those nights Antoinette would croon Audrina to sleep, Lucas laid in his bed mere feet from her own for they refused to sleep in separate rooms. He pretended to sleep soundly but Audrina knew he was awake and listening to their young mother. But all these years and she said nothing to her twin.
Antoinette Hart was like an angel. She was so beautiful. She had an olive complexion, unusual for the English woman she lived with in Port Royal. Her eyes were so dark and a brilliant shade of green. But what Audrina remembered was her voice. It differed from anyone else's. She remembered her soft Italian accent and how soft it always was. Audrina then remembered how her voice never broke when Reginald Hart would banter her with harmful insults, insulting the content of her character. But Antoinette never wavered. She never cried or cursed back at the bastard. And then she couldn't remember so much about her mother. Because she was murdered in the sickest way a person can be murdered.
Her soul was figuratively ripped from her being.
Why did such an angel have to leave the Earth in such a violent way? Why was it that humans treated each others so horribly? Why did such angels die so painfully? Audrina didn't know but she dreadfully wanted to. Only a single tear slid down her bronze cheek.
Audrina almost didn't hear the heavy footsteps behind her. But she did, she heard them and she wasn't alarmed at first until she realized that his breathing was too heavy, as if he was making a point to be sneaky. She turned quickly only to face the black eyes of a large Spaniard. She knew straight away that he was an enemy. Her heart jumped into her throat. She had no weapons and was barefoot, wearing only flimsy clothes that she usually wore on the ship.
Emilio Lopez was new to the Abaddon. He had never met Angelina before but he was skilled at everything he did. Murder, torture, raping and then kidnapping. So naturally, Marcus Addison told him to board the ship and capture a female on the ship. There should have just been only one female on the ship. Only one. But there wasn't. Marcus seemed to have momentarily forgotten that Jack wasn't like most captains. He valued and honored females, well as far as pirating went.
It was after that the pirates had left the Abaddon did Marcus Addison remembered the shockingly beautiful pirate that was aboard the Black Pearl that day. And he was enraged.
"I can't wait to have some fun with ya!" Emilio sneered, his hot breath on her face. He took her by the wrists and pinned her up against the railing. She couldn't escape. But unfortunately, it wasn't the time to have any fun. "But the fun will have to wait….but….I can just satisfy my curiosity, aye? What do ya say, bonita?"
He grinned and Audrina shivered when she saw the loss of teeth in his smile. His breath was rancid and she was almost sure she could see the white bugs crawl through his greasy mop of black hair. Dirt was smeared on his face and lodged underneath his fingernails. With a hand he leaned in and grabbed her left breast while placing his mouth on top of hers. She wanted to vomit. She could taste the horribleness that lay upon his tongue. She could taste the blood in his mouth that was from his bleeding gums. She wanted to cry. She wanted to be anywhere expecting where she was at the moment.
Emilio pulled away and grinned and moved the black hair away from her eyes. He was much too curious now. He placed his large lips on her neck and began to suckle the tender flesh. With his free hand, he began to rip the flimsy material from her body. He wasn't going to rape her, only have a little fun. He had some time. She stood topless on the deck as he still suckled on her neck and moved down to her breasts and her stomach. He placed kisses and deep bites upon her flesh. It was painful. Her body was shaking with agony. She felt him push his teeth into an area around her breast. She cried out. Blood trickled down her collarbone and around several other places around her stomach. He was holding her so tightly but she faintly wondered beyond all the pain she was experiencing, if she could possess a miracle moment. Could she take all the strength she possessed and then some to try and get away from the bastard? She could try. She couldn't take the pain and the emotional trauma; she needed to remove herself from the situation she had found herself in. With strength she did not know she even possessed, she pulled away from his grip and pushed him hard.
With a fist, she punched him hard in the nose and heard the satisfying sound of cracking. Blood now stained her knuckles and they stung with a fiery pain. She cried out once more. But she had to get out now. She went to run.
He was too fast. He grabbed her hair as she tried to run and that resulted in her body snapping back like a rubber band, she fell to the floor. He pulled her head up with her hair. She touched her scalp tenderly and gasped when she felt the thickness of blood. It stung. She was literally stained with blood now. He backhanded her hard and she fell to the floor quickly in a mangled heap. She moaned from the pain and tried to nurse her cheek tenderly. He spat on her mangled body on the floor. She wiped the phlegm from her cheek. Throughout all this, she did not even utter a word.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her head up with a chunk of her hair once more. She moaned even louder. With his fist, he punched her. Blood was now dripping down the side of her head. No, Emilio Lopez had not finished. Audrina was now shielding herself with her hands. She was crying. She hated crying. She felt weak and Emilio seemed to bask in the glory of making the woman weep with pain. But he was not finished. He kicked her in the stomach.
Again and again and again, until the world went black.
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In Emilio's arms was the limp body of Audrina Hart. They had all boarded the Abbadon once more and the Pearl was now in the far distance. Emilio was so excited, he gazed on the wounds he had inflicted upon the bitch. He gazed at the bite marks upon her broken body. Then there were the deep gashes upon her scalp from the pulling on her hair and the blood trickling down her forehead. The bruises upon her body were fresh and tender. It excited him to realize that he made her feel such pain. He was the master of the little dolly. Expect she wasn't the dolly. She was not the rag doll. Unfortunately, he did not know that. He watched her topless form; he wanted to touch her so badly. But he was to control himself. She belonged to the crew now.
Marcus Addison knew what was coming. He just knew they were going to get the black haired bitch instead of Angelina. He stormed towards Emilio and took just one look at the broken body of Audrina Hart. He blinked and looked at Emilio. With a sick grin, he took the pistol from his belt. With the gentle click of cocking it, Emilio's mouth opened only slightly. Before he could plead his apologies, Marcus Addison had shot him clear between the eyes. The blood and fragments of his skull splattered upon both Audrina and Marcus. Both bodies collapsed on the ground.
The corpse of Emilio Lopez and the unconscious form of Audrina Hart both fell in a heap upon the stained wooden deck. She stirred, her eyes only parting. She at first did not know what had happened. But it all came back in a flash and her body stung with pain. She mustered up the courage to open her eyes and saw what might have belonged to a horror flick or novel. The remains of a skull were staring back at her, the bone splintered and her body was soaked in blood. It was absolutely horrifying. She gave a blood curdling scream. As her scream died down, she took a look at her body. The bruises, the cuts, the blood and finally her revealed breasts and she remembered everything so vividly.
Terror was exactly what she was experiencing. Audrina Hart wasn't as strong mentally as everyone had believed.
She was weak physically and could not rise but she looked straight at Marcus Addison and knew exactly who he was. It was over now. They had captured her.
And then she fainted again.
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This time, she did not wake up in the arms of a headless corpse. Once was traumatizing enough. This time, however, she woke up in a cage. That wasn't much better either. Her eyes fluttered open and she opened them fully, realizing what had happened. She was completely naked but she was clean however, the blood had been washed off. The cage she had been sleeping in was somewhat small but gave her enough room to sleep and huddle in the corner. Oh, she was so cold. The steel of the cage did not help that either. She shivered horribly within the confines of the cage and pressed up against the bars towards the wall so she was as far away from the door of the cabin as possible.
But she did not cry. She wouldn't. She was going to get out of here and she needed to be strong. But Audrina didn't think she could go on much longer without breaking down.
The cage was in a room, the Captain's Quarter's she believed. The bastard even had a built in cage. It was ridiculous and horrifying actually. Her body ached so badly, she moaned from the pain. She was so angry and she felt so pitiful. Audrina didn't bother yelling or screaming, it never helped anything. But she was so enraged. She felt so helpless. She wanted to kill this son of a bitch. But she found a new fear. Did they get Angelina too?
God she hoped not. She didn't deserve such things but then again neither did she.
The door swung open and the light flickered in the doorway. It was dark, how long had she been away from the Pearl? She estimated for at least a day. Marcus Addison grinned and let his eyes ravage her naked body. She felt like she was being raped already. And already she was making herself ready for the act.
He walked towards her and opened the cage with a key. She crawled away from him. He kicked her straight in the stomach and she curled up in a ball, coughing up some blood.
"Get the fuck out, bitch." He ordered and for some reason, she did as he wished. "On yer feet."
She rose to her feet warily. Her legs shook underneath her. He looked at her. She was prettier then Angelina but she was stronger then she was too. Marcus did not like that. He liked them weak. They were easier to ravage. But she might be a challenge and that excited him as well.
"What's yer name?!" He bellowed.
Audrina stared him in his cold blue eyes. "Audrina Hart." She spat at him. She was oddly brave for being completely naked in his room. But inside she was screaming and crying.
Marcus blinked slowly. Hart. Commodore Hart. He grinned; this was going to be fun. But Hart. It was familiar for another reason. And he knew exactly why. He never forgot the names of the whores he ravaged and killed. "Antoinette Hart, she was a good fuck. She slept in that cage as well. The bitch was fun for a while. One of the better dollies I ever had. You must be proud of having such a good little wench as a mother." He grinned.
Audrina's eyes widened. No. It couldn't be. It just couldn't! Audrina Hart was looking at the man that raped her mother! Her body was shaking. And that also meant another thing. She was looking at her father. Suddenly, she felt really naked. Her eyes began to tear and she pounded her fists on his strong chest. No! He was her father! Their father! Their fucking father was a fucking sadist. She wanted to kill him more then before. Swiftly, he slapped her and she fell to the ground heavily.
No more games. Marcus wanted it now!
"You're my fucking father!" She screamed when she realized his intentions.
His pants were half off and he looked at her. The nice face, the good body. She resembled him only slightly but other then that, she looked exactly like Antoinette. It was definitely possible. A daughter. It shook him for a moment. Was he still going to rape her? Was he still going to ravage her knowing who she truly was?
Of course. She was still a pretty face and she was going to be a good fuck. If she has any incestuous babies, kill the brats. Marcus needed a good fuck. And no family relations would ever change that.
He pinned down her wrists with his strong arms and her feet with his own body weight. He kissed her breast, his tongue fingering her hardened nipples. Audrina felt so disgusted, she wanted to cry and do anything to erase this memory from her mind. She felt his lips move from her nipples and she closed her eyes, not wanting to at all. She didn't want to be in that disgusting position with her father.
But he was a rapist.
She was a naked woman.
Things weren't going to change because twenty eight years ago he raped her mother. And now he was raping his daughter.
Audrina Hart just waited for it to be over. She waited for the pain to stop. But the only thing she really wanted was to be in Jack's arms.
But that just wasn't possible.
