AN: Thank you for your continued support, sorry for the delay, writers block isn't fun; so I've decided to make this chapter, a continuation of the previous chapter. There will be an attempted sexual attack, on Emma; in this chapter, as well as use of one of my favourite Captain Swan scenes with a twist. Read and review please, as it would be greatly appreciated; MysteryFan1997.

Disclaimer, I do not own any of the characters from OUAT.

Ch7 - The Not So Jolly Prisoner Pt2

But now, I'm questioning; who I'm with, am I with the Gentleman or the Pirate? Or is he a scoundrel? I'm not sure, that I want to find out; but one things for sure, I'm not going to spend anymore time with him, requested or not...

I wasn't back in the brig long, when the door opened; I shifted, before burrowing into the corner, where I hoped I couldn't be seen. I heard someone speak.

"Where, are you; you little royal bitch?"

My eyes widened, when I realised; it was Smith, I kept quiet, as I heard him open the cell door. He spoke again.

"You really, think; hiding, is going to stop me?"

I stood up, making myself known; I spoke, the words dying when I was thrown onto the cot. I flinched, as his hand, made its way up my leg; I tried to move, only to be pinned down, I found my voice.

Fear evident, in my tone; as I spoke.

"What are you, doing? I thought Captain Hook, made it clear, I wasn't to be touched?"

Smith, chuckled darkly; before answering.

"He did, but since you've not been ransomed; I can do, as I please" He leaned down, before continuing. "A virgin, Princess?...You'll not be one, for long; not when I'm done with you"

My eyes widened, he was going to force himself on me; he wrapped his hand, around my throat. I could feel him, push my dress up; I tensed, as his hand trailed up my leg again.

I struggled against his hold, and he chuckled again; he spoke.

"No one can hear you, so there's no point in screaming...besides, the captain won't want you; not after, I've had you"

I screamed, as I felt him try to guide himself inside my body; I hit his shoulder, as I tried to push him off me. I yelped, as I felt something sharp slice my palm; he smirked, before speaking again.

"Now, be a good little royal; and take it"

I stilled, my gaze drifted to the ceiling; I tensed again, as I felt pressure, between my legs. I knew, what was going to happen, and I knew it was going to hurt; I closed my eyes, as I heard a grunt.

I heard a yelp, and I opened my eyes; only to be greeted, by Hook. He looked at me, before focusing on Smith. He turned to face me again, he spoke; his tone soft.

"Are you alright, Princess?"

I nodded, before averting my gaze; Hook, spoke again, this time his tone dark and full of rage.

"What, have you got to say for yourself?"

Smith, chuckled; as he answered.

"If I didn't know any better Captain, I'd say you wanted that royal cunt; for yourself"

Hook, kicked Smith; before repeating his question.

"Again, what have you got to say for yourself?"

Smith, answered.

"I wanted a taste, you can't blame me; Captain, you know I've always hated royalty...this was my chance, to get one over on them"

Hook, dragged him up; I watched, as his hook, pierced Smith's collarbone. Smith yelped, as it broke the skin; Hook, spoke again.

"Edward Smith, you are to be held in crew quarters; you are to go without food, and medical attention. There will be a trial, to decide on your punishment; attempted rape, is bad form...attempted rape, of a Princess, is extremely bad form"

Smith, smirked; before being thrown to the ground, Hook called for Smee. Within seconds, Smee appeared; Hook, spoke.

"Take him, to crew quarters; no one is to speak to him, and he's to receive no food or medical attention"

Smee, nodded; as he escorted Smith, from the brig. Once they were gone, Hook spoke.

"Did he, hurt you?"

I shook my head, before placing my hand; behind my back, I spoke.

"No, I'm alright. Why did he, do that?"

Hook, sighed; before answering.

"Smith...he, doesn't like royalty; none of us do, but that's no excuse, for what he was about to do with you"

I nodded, whilst not saying anything; Hook looked at me, before speaking again.

"You shouldn't stay down here, you can stay with me; in my cabin, you'll be safe there"

I nodded, he offered his hand; and I accepted it, only to flinch, when I realised it was my injured hand. He looked at me, he spoke.

"I thought, you said; he didn't hurt you?"

I averted my gaze, before speaking.

"It's nothing, I'm fine"

Hook, spoke.

"You're not fine. I need to clean the wound, there's supplies in my cabin"

I stood there, not moving; as he still hasn't regained my trust, I spoke.

"Why, can't you take care of it; down here?"

Hook, sighed; before answering.

"There's only one thing, that can clean a wound; and that's rum, which is in my cabin. So please, let me help"

I nodded, before following him; we made our way, out of the brig, and toward his cabin. When we got there, he spoke.

"Give, me your hand"

I pulled back slightly, still wary of him; and whether I can trust him, or not. I spoke.

"What?"

He, answered. "Your hand, it's cut; let me help" while looking for something to cover my hand. I protested. "No, no. It's fine...just" He grabbed it, as he spoke. "No, it's not"

I, scoffed; as I spoke.

"So, now you're going; to be a gentleman?"

He moved, closer; as he spoke again.

"I'm always, a gentleman"

With that, he produced a flask; he uncorked it, before tipping it slightly. My skin burned, as the liquid hit the cut; I flinched, while speaking.

"Ah! What the hell, is that?"

He, looked at me; as he spoke.

"Rum...and a bloody waste of it"

He found a scarf, he looked at me; as he tied it around my hand. I tried not to move, as he used his teeth to secure it. I noticed his sleeves were rolled up, as he secured the scarf around my hand.

I also noticed, the tattoo; who was Milah? I spoke.

"Who's Milah, on the tattoo?"

He pulled back, slightly; as he answered.

"Someone, from long ago..."

I, spoke again.

"Where, is she?"

He, answered; his tone, dark.

"She's gone"

Gone? As in dead? Is that, why he is; the way he is? I knew it wasn't my place to ask, so I kept quiet. He took a step back, and I thanked him; I watched as he sat at his desk, his gaze now focused on an old map.

I guess, he's not a scoundrel; after all...

TBC

Chapter 8, will be published in a couple of days.