Chapter 2
Alanna woke up with a start to a god-awful sawing sound. Looking down from her sitting state she saw Captain Hook asleep beside her. Quietly she moved to the edge of the big red velvet bed. She walked towards the door, looking back only once. When she flung open the door she was met with the sound of waves and salty air. As she walked the abandoned ship, she realized there was no escape. Heaving a sigh of defeat, she went back to Hook's quarters. When she came back up to the bed, climbed in, and closed her eyes again she felt a strong arm over her. "Where were you my little vixen?" He joked and chuckled. She tensed and he pulled her closer and purred, "you can't escape unless you want to be eaten by the sharks and crocs."
He then flipped her so that she was on top of him. "Now, my pretty little vixen," he said huskily. He pulled her by the hair to meet his face. He placed himself at her folds, grabbing her thighs and making her grind onto his cock. Three times and he went in. She groaned and he pulled her hips towards him, then away, making her gasp. He pulled and pushed and rocked her hips. She steadied herself on his chest. She wanted to pull away, but he dug his hands into her hips and thighs. Eventually the white-hot feeling came again…and again…and again. She rode it out and panted. By the time he came she was exhausted and collapsed on top of him. He slowly got up, with a slight limp, he grabbed his clothes and threw a dress at her. "I will bring you some food." Then he disappeared behind the door she went out this morning. Still heaving, she moaned and groaned. A little tear fell from her bright blue eyes.
Hook came back with food as he promised. He saw she'd been crying, "Don't cry, my dear. Trust me, if I hadn't taken you your experience wouldn't be…how should I say, as gentle." He smiled and plopped a plate of food in front of her. "Eat up, you'll need strength for what I intend to do." She gobbled it up, starving and weak. When she finished, Hook threw her dress back at her. "Wear it!" He barked and left the cabin.
When she emerged from his cabin all eyes fell on her. The sparkling green dress accented her blue eyes very well and the tightness of the dress accentuated her lovely hips. Hook cleared his throat from the helm and the rest of the crew went back to work. Once Hook made it down one of the grand staircases, he ordered Alanna to join him. Picking up her dress so she doesn't fall, she followed him to the top until she could see the wide-open sea; it perturbed her. "We're preparing to set sail to isle de los Muertos. A deadly island but just so happens that it's littered with treasure.
Alanna crinkled her nose and furrowed her brow. "What do you need me for?" She growled.
"Oh, I have my reasons but one of them is we need a blood sacrifice to get out of this hell hole called Neverland," he smiled mischievously. "Buuuut, we don't need ALL of your blood, so, you're mine now," he said with a sly smile. "Or I can just take you back to that brothel in Tortuga," he said cryptically. She whipped her head around as if to plead with him not to take her back, but also, to have mercy on her.
A short time later, Alanna saw land creeping up from the horizon. Docking, Captain Hook, Alanna, and Smee, along with some of the crew went ashore. They found a cave and went inside. Almost immediately, Alanna was freezing. Hook took his big red coat and laid it across Alanna's shoulders. She gave him a quick half-hearted smile and he pulled her into a kiss. Such a deep kiss it was that Hook didn't hear the crew yell out they've found the alter. Alanna groaned and pulled back.
"Cap'n, we have found the…," a crew member interrupted.
Hook growled into Alanna's mouth and whipped his head towards the dead man he sees in front of him. "What?"
"We found...," he started again.
Hook interrupted him and screamed, "I know! Go the fuck away!" The man left but the mood was already ruined. He grabbed her chin and shook it. "We'll have even more fun afterwards," he said silkily. He led her a little deeper into the cave until they reached a dimly lit room. At the far end of the cave was an alter with multiple treasure chests filled with gold and jewels.
Alanna was pushed forward and taken to the alter. Hook brandished a knife and slit Alanna's palm and squeezed. Suddenly, it was like thick air being released and it felt lighter. Hook wrapped her palm in thick bandages and kissed her lips softly. "Thank you," he whispered. The crew cheered from their newly found freedom, and they piled out, hands filled with gold. "Let's go!" He pushed her back toward the ship.
Back in his quarters, Hook poured whiskey over Alanna's cut. He took a few big swigs of it and offered it to Alanna. She furrowed her brow and crinkled her nose. "Take it, it'll ease your pain," He chuckled and poured some into a little glass, pushing it towards her. "Drink," he ordered, and she took it in her free hand and to Hook's dismay, she poured out the entire shot. He grabbed her injured hand and laughed as he squeezed it. She yelped and he smiled, satisfied he'd gotten his point across. He poured another shot of whiskey and put it to her lips, the smell stung her nostrils. Her free hand came up and he poured it down her throat. She drank it all but sputtered at the stinging down her throat. It settled in her stomach, hot and nauseating.
