WAKI 28

Hey, people. This is the last of the disturbing chapters, so all must be merry. I really don't know what possesed me to write these... I wrote all three of them at once, and I don't quite remember doing it. It's one of those things where you just kind of write whatever, and give the actual events absolutely no thought whatsoever. So... Yeah.

Jack wasn't entirely sure what had happened. He didn't remember taking off his clothes. They were just off, all in a nice little pile on the floor. And he didn't know why, but for some reason, he was undoing the laces on Captain's Sam's breeches.

Captain Sam watched him, his sagging features flushed. He let his tongue hang out onto his swollen lips, like a dog panting. The captain's thick fingers were tangled in his hair, forcing him to look at the captain's crotch. His nimble little fingers had the laces undone in no time, and the captain shoved his head forward.

"Suck it, Jack." The captain panted. "Suck it like a piece o' candy. Have ye ever had candy, Jack? I'll have to get ye some."

Jack did nothing. He knew exactly what the captain wanted him to do. One did not grow up a slave and not understand exactly what 'suck it' entailed. But he wasn't a slave any more. He was a pirate. And be damned if he was going to let this disgusting old man forget that.

"No." He said, his voice too loud in the too small room.

"What did ye say, ye brat?" The captain's hands tightened in his hair, enough to hurt.

"No!" Jack cried, his little hands reaching up to pry at the man's fingers. "I said NO!"

The captain let go of his head and took hold of his throat instead. He hauled him to his feet, podgy fingers sinking into the soft dark flesh.

"No one says no ta Cap'n Sam, ye lil' shit. No one." The captain's bloodshot, jaundiced eyes were wild, the eyes of someone no longer in control of their actions.

Bang.

And then…

They slowly drained of all their fury. All the malice. All the badness flowed out of them, and left absolutely nothing at all.

The captain fell to the floor. Jack tumbled with him, coughing and gasping as much-needed air flooded back through his abused windpipe. He felt strong arms wrap around him, pick him up and carry him away. Off to the other side of the bed, away from the husk that had been a man.

"Are you alright, Jack?" Bill asked urgently, his hands running over the boy's body, checking each and every fleck of blood for some hidden wound beneath. "Did he do anything to you?"

Jack shook his head, closing his eyes and curling up against the other's warm chest.

"No… I'm fine. Thank you, Bill."

Bill smiled, even though there were tears in his chocolate eyes.

"You're welcome, Jack."

Jack would never want anything sweet ever again.

Bill was all the sweetness he needed.