WARNING: Rape-ish (Doesn't actually happen, but is hinted.)

I laid there like a piece of meat for hours; so many hours. I noticed it was sunset through the porthole. I jump at the loud squeak of the old door opening, and then footsteps stomping hard down the stairs. Two tough looking guys greeted me with rude snickers and roaming eyes. One stood in the doorway as the other unchained me from the wall.
"Get dressed puppet; you'll be havin' dinner with the captain." He says. With how much pain I was in, I didn't say any sassy remark, and did as I was told. I dressed as fast as body could let me, then was tugged upstairs, and across the deck listening to whistles, and laughs. His door looked like the gates of hell; the Satan waiting on the other side. Where's my Killian? The door is opened and I'm dragged inside and placed at a table with glorious food upon it. I'm chained to the chair; reminds me of when I was caught on Killians ship. The men shuffle out of the room, leaving me to dance with the devil. It was quiet, and dim. I almost thought I was alone until that asshole appeared from the shadows of the cabin.
"Hello, pet." He says creepish. I say nothing and look sternly. He smiles, and gestures to the food in front of me. "Please. Help yourself." As much as I wanted to, I didn't. He chuckles at me, and takes a seat across from me. "If you don't eat, you could die." He says sarcastically.
"That's the idea." I hiss.
"Oh, come now. I'm not that bad." He says winking, and shoving a piece of chicken into his mouth.
"Trust me, you are plenty bad. You disgust me."
"Well. After tonight," he stands from his chair, and goes to his bedside table. As he does, I take a cutting knife from the table, and hide it beneath my dress. I hold my breath as he walks towards me. "You'll be begging to come to my cabin." He unchains me and crabs my wrist jerking me up.
"I wouldn't count on it." I say shoving him back. He lands against a wooden post. I show him I have a knife, and then begin to run to the door, but he's soon in blocking my way to freedom. I try to jab at him with the knife, but he grips my wrist and turns the knife on me, plunging it deep into my stomach. At first it felt like nothing, but I couldn't move; I couldn't believe it happen. I look down and see the blood, and then a dull throbbing pain began. I look up at Fletchers face. He grins evilly at me.
"Don't think this gets you out of anything." He drags me over towards the bed. The pain in my wound began intensifying. He dragged, and dragged, then threw me on the bed. I felt absolutely hopeless; the pain was too much to fight back. He began to hike my dress up, slowly, painfully slow. I try to wiggle away put he pulls me back and holds me down. I stare at the ceiling, to avoid watching the monster on top of me. I hear the sound of his belt buckle loosening, and clench on to the sheets. Feeling him at my entrance, I close my eyes, knowing there was nothing I could do. But instead of feeling him, I hear a rapid knock on the door. Fletcher groans, rolling his eyes. He gets up off the bed, buckles his pants back up, and walks to the bedside table. He takes out a pair of iron shackles, cuffing me too the bed. I pull at them put they were on too tight. I watch Fletcher walk to the door, and flings it open to one of his crew members waiting. "What?" he asks annoyed. I couldn't hear what he wanted, but it must have been important enough for Fletcher to have to leave. Thank God. He throws on a shirt and grabs his coat, following his crew member out the door. I use my elbow to prop myself, wincing at the pain I felt. The whole mid section of my dress was red. I had to put pressure on it before I bleed out too much. I reach over and grab the sheet from the bed, but the sound of cannons, and frantic shouting stops me. The ship begins creaking and swaying more. I scream at the sudden boom and crack of a cannon burst through the wall and out the other. I back myself towards the head board and try to find a way out of these damn shackles. I sit there for a good five minutes listening to the chaos outside, pulling at my restraints, but it was no use; they were too tight. I reach over and begin searching the bedside table for a key. The door bursts open and everything grows louder. There's a figure in the doorway, darkened out by the fire glowing behind him. It looks as if the devil was greeting me in hell. My heart stops, and I'm frozen. The figure walks forward into the lit room, and is revealed. It wasn't Fletcher. It wasn't a British navy commander. It wasn't even a stranger. It was the devil; my devil, Killian Jones. Tears are rushing from my cheeks, and I'm choking trying to catch my breath. I couldn't believe he was finally here.
"Killian?" I sob. A huge grin sneaks on his face and he's at my side in a second.
"Hey love." His hands cup my cheeks, and he wipes my tears with his thumbs. His grin disappears, when he looks down to my blood covered stomach. "I can't wait to kill that bastard." he growls. Killian begins working at the cuffs. They weren't budging so he begins looking through the drawers one by one. He reaches the bottom drawer and thankfully, finds the key. I'm unlocked from my shackles, and Killian scoops me up. I wrap my arms around his neck so sight I had to restrain myself from hurting him. I couldn't help it. I tuck my face into his chest, and he holds me tighter as he runs out the door. I don't want to look until we reach Killians ship. Then I'll know I'm home, then I'll know we're safe. I feel our movements; him dodging corners, shoving people, running across the plank, then jumping off on to his deck. I finally open my eyes and see the chaos on Fletchers ship. There's fire, gun shots, screams. "Back to the ship!" Killian bellows above me. "Gibbs?"
"Aye, Captain?"
"Once the boys are back, light it up." Killian then struts straight into his cabin.
"Yes, sir." Gibbs said.
His cabin was warm and inviting. I missed it so much. He gently places me on his bed. I look up at him and sees he begins to leave, I grab his arm.
"Wait, where are you going?" I ask desperately. He turns back and places his hands on my cheeks.
"It's alright. I'll be right back-" There's a sudden boom from outside, along with a fiery orange light coming from the porthole. "Just stay put, I'll be right back, lass!" he says and runs out of the room.

Hey guys! I won't be able to update tomorrow. I'll be leaving town to celebrate my birthday with my family, but things will go right back to normal on Sunday! :) Thanks again for reading!