The pain awakened me. My arms were chained over my head and they must have been for a while now, because the sparks of burning, aching muscles had finally awoken me. My eyes wonder the dark gloomy cell. It was in relatively bad shape. There was barley any light, it smelled musty, and there was apparently a leak; the floor boards were underneath half a foot of ocean. A small whimper escapes my mouth as a flood of memories come back. I feel my body becoming completely over whelmed with grief, and agony. I jump at a sudden voice.
"Evening, lovely." He said. I glare upwards to see the Fletcher. The bastard leaned back in a chair with an evil smirk on his face. His eyes roam over me; there was nothing I could do to stop him in my current situation. I let my glare loosen. I'm not going to give him the satisfaction, like I did with my father. Let him see me cry, see me in pain, beg? No. Not this time. I'm not the same girl I was 4 months ago. I went from having nothing to having what I wanted my whole life; to love and be loved in return. I finally have a family, just because of that one decision I made; it changed my life completely. This asshole isn't getting a tear, or whimper out of me. It wouldn't do much anyway.
"Evening..." I say. He gets up from his chair, and leans against my cell bars.
"You seem sad, lass. Cheer up a bit." He smiles.
"I seem sad?" I say sternly annoyed by his stupid remark. "Of course I'm fucking sad. You just tore me away from the man I love." I loosen my tensity and bring a smile upon my lips. "But I'm not going to give you the satisfaction." He laughs, and leans in a bit closer.
"Trust me lassie. You'll give me satisfaction." He taunts.
"Mentally," I state. "I won't give you the satisfaction of messing with my head."
"And what makes you so sure?" he says confidently.
"Because I have faith; I know Killians coming for me." Fletcher laughs at me, with a cocky amusement, you only find in proud assholes. "Laugh all you want, but I know it's true."
"Don't get your hopes up. He won't be able to find you. Hell that's if he not dead already. My dagger did a number on him." I cringe at the thought, even though I knew it was wrong; Killians stronger than that. Not to mention stubborn. "And even so, I'll still take you, with or without your approval as much as I like; your mine." Fletcher turns on his heels to leave the brig, but my words stop him.
"You see that's the difference between you and Killian." He turned towards me, and sat back down.
"Amuse me." he says.
"I'm your aware of Killians past concerning his parents." He gives me a slight nod. "Well then you should be aware of one of his demands; the one on not taking a woman against her will." I smirk to myself. I knew where I was going with this conversation, and it wasn't going to end well. "That Fletcher is the difference between you and Killian. Even though it's one of his top demands, he wouldn't have to take a woman against her will to have his way with her." I sneer. "You on the other hand couldn't get a woman to go with you willingly." I see his fist clenching. He'd smack me across the face if it weren't for the bars in between us; the bars in which I'm thankful for at the moment.
"Beauty is a curse on the world. It keeps you from seeing who the monsters truly are." He says.
"Except I see your monster clear as day… it has no beauty for it to hide under." I sneer. He silently glares at me. Still clenching his fist so tight, I think I see blood.
"Now I see why Jones fell for you." He says leaning against the bars again. "Your different. You got under his skin; something no woman has done. And you being important to him makes me want to destroy you even more." He leans as far as he can towards me. "I will break you." I laugh at him.
"Do what you want. Shame me, humiliate me, rape me, torture me, hell, kill me if you please, cause I'd rather be dead, than your whore. And I will never give up on him. I know he's coming, and when he finds out that you smacked around his girl, you'll regret it." He gives a devilish chuckle, and begins to leave.
"We'll see." That's all he whispers before he leaves me alone in my prison, waiting for what's to come next.