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Love, Eh.
They docked.
It had been late at night. The moon wasn't very bright, but that was just exactly what Hook wanted. He pulled Ariel along with him, dragging her off the ship. Ariel shifted in her ragged clothes, as Hook hurried her along, leaving his hook behind.
He knocked on the door firmly. "Sir, I'm a traveller, who has nowhere to go tonight. Would you please have mercy and let us stay for the night?"
The house owner (who was obviously very rich with his golden rings and large villa) raised an eyebrow. Hook smiled his crooked grin, "of course, I would not stay without a fee. Here," He pushed Ariel forward. "In exchange for my stay, she is my payment."
The lady was very beautiful. Her flaming red hair and cool blue eyes made quite the impression. She also looked like a wild one. Licking his lips, the owner nodded, his eyes clouding with lust. Ariel shivered, but knew she wasn't allowed to object. That was part of the plan after all.
The villa was hauntingly empty. The owner led Hook up to a spare bedroom, then dragged Ariel along to his room. Hook knew he had time.
Slipping back downstairs, he tiptoed towards the backdoor. Unlocking it, he silently waved the crew who was waiting outside into the house. The owner would only be occupied for so long. The crew had done their research well; they didn't waste time to linger in the fake looking vases on the first floor. They effectively picked open the lock to the basement – where the real treasures were being kept.
"Captain," Smee whispered, "there is enough gold here for us to last another few weeks," The pile – no – mountain of gold glistened in the dark as the fire lit torches were held towards them. Hook shook his head, "Focus! We want the antique stuff, things with age – they will give much more money. Look for jewelry and small things so we can take a lot!" He ordered.
Ariel stared back at him expressionless. He moved way faster than she had anticipated. The owner and his fat greasy body inched towards her, his breath stinking of onions. "So, you're mute, huh?" He licked his lips, trying to look seductive but failing miserably.
Ariel nodded. The owner stuck out his hand and touched Ariel's face. She flinched at his rough hand, it was so different from Hook's touch from that night, she thought to herself. Hook's touches were gentle even though lustful, while the owner's was just disgustingly perverted. His hand moved down to Ariel's neck, lingering on her soft creamy skin.
Ariel stopped herself flexing her claws. She had to buy time for them, Hook had told her. She bit her lip in disgust when the owner had progressed his filthy touches to her chest. Her rags were still clinging on Ariel, but she doubted they would stay any longer. Ariel saw his fingernails black with dirt, and wanted nothing to do with the man. At least Hook cut his nails, she thought.
"Take off your clothes," The owner gruffly ordered. Ariel bit back a silent snarl. She didn't want to, not in front of this fat ass man. "DO IT!" he ordered again, slamming Ariel on the bed.
Glaring at him, Ariel slowly shook off the clothes, leaving her undergarments on. The owner tensed up. "You've got a pretty good body there, too bad you don't speak. I thought you would be the rough type. It would be hell lot of fun to hear you beg and scream," he snickered. Rubbing his hands together, he pushed Ariel back onto the bed. He planted rough slobbery kisses between Ariel's valley, but she felt none of the thrill that Hook had given her on her first night.
His hand reached for her undergarment. Unhooking her bra, his large hands covered her breast. Ariel sucked in, why was hook taking so long? She really didn't want the owner to have his way with her… Maybe he just left me here. She wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. No one cared anymore anyway, why would he care?
Noticing her disinterest in him, the owner burned with anger. He pulled her hair, hissing, "Look like you're enjoying it, you slut!" Ariel was about to bite into his neck, being sick of him and everything, until he lost his grip on her hair. Confused, she watched as he suddenly fell towards the floor, with a dagger on his back.
"No one calls my pet slut other than me." It was Hook, smiling at her with that crooked grin.
