slightly, but not enough to render her unconscious. But damn it, it sure hurt like hell.
She could hear shouts of insults and more scuffles behind her as her crew reacted to the abuse, but the ringing in her head made it all sound far away.
"Fuck you," Jane spat out as she straightened up once more, briefly letting her own anger get the best of her. She bit it back immediately, knowing that displaying such an emotion could break the hold she had on Lock. She was angering him: that much was evident. And anger caused mistakes. She just hoped hers didn't cost her before his cost him.
But his next words drove all those thoughts from her head in an instant.
"No, my dear, it is I that shall be doing the fucking."
Despite her calm exterior, Jane couldn't help the fear that spiked through her, her veins turning to ice. No, he couldn't possibly. That was the lowest of the low, the worst sort of degradation. But what else could he have meant? From the short time Jane had been in his presence, and from what she had heard about him, she knew exactly what he had in mind.
"You see," Lock continued, oblivious to the panic now running through Jane's mind, "I don't quite believe these so-called rumors that surround you. On the outside, yes, they appear to be true, but I'm afraid I'm going to need a little bit more… evidence to satisfy my growing curiosity."
There was no doubt now what he meant, but Jane was sure as hell not going to give up without a fight. What was left of her dignity and respect was at stake. Not to mention her virginity.
"You won't get anything from me."
"We shall see about that," he said. He nodded to the men nearest to him, and before Jane could react, Lock had released her into the grasp of two burly men, who began to drag her toward her captain's quarters.
Toward the quarters where Cecily was currently hiding.
Jane could hear the sounds of her crew once more protesting and fighting their captors, guns going off and grunts of pain and shouts of anger. But that was all background noise to her, barely decipherable as horror shot through her anew. This was the very last thing Jane wanted right now. A year ago, it would have been all about her and her own, but now, she was more fearful for Cecily's safety than her own.
Immediately, she fell limp in her captors' hands, playing as though she had given up and forcing the two men holding her to adjust their grips. That's when she struck. With a few well-placed jabs and a twist of her body—she sent up a silent thank you to Thomas, wherever he resided, for those skills—she managed to step out of the two men's grasp, and pulled out the knife in her boot. She brandished it, showing the two men the business end as she placed herself between them and her quarters.
A hearty laugh rose above the sound of the continued fighting behind the two men. "What, may I ask, do you plan to do with that little thing, love?"
Lock.
"Why don't you come over here and find out," Jane beckoned, hoping the invitation was enough an incentive for him to do just that. She couldn't wait to stick him with her knife. Any object would suffice, really, as long as he wasn't breathing when she was done.
Lock tutted, clearly unimpressed with her bait. "You won't get far. Be dead before you can make a dent in our numbers."
"Rather dead than rotten," Jane spat out, intending to fight her way through as many as she could before they felled her. She would die, she had no doubt about that, but by god if she didn't plan to take as many of his men down with her as she could.
The sound of a door slamming back on wooden walls broke the tension of the stand-off. All eyes whipped around toward the captain's quarters, and Jane's heart sunk. No, no, no, not now, why couldn't she have just once done as she had been told?
So caught up in Cecily, Jane barely had time to notice the two men spring into action before they were on her. She was able to hold off against them for a few seconds nonetheless. But
She could hear shouts of insults and more scuffles behind her as her crew reacted to the abuse, but the ringing in her head made it all sound far away.
"Fuck you," Jane spat out as she straightened up once more, briefly letting her own anger get the best of her. She bit it back immediately, knowing that displaying such an emotion could break the hold she had on Lock. She was angering him: that much was evident. And anger caused mistakes. She just hoped hers didn't cost her before his cost him.
But his next words drove all those thoughts from her head in an instant.
"No, my dear, it is I that shall be doing the fucking."
Despite her calm exterior, Jane couldn't help the fear that spiked through her, her veins turning to ice. No, he couldn't possibly. That was the lowest of the low, the worst sort of degradation. But what else could he have meant? From the short time Jane had been in his presence, and from what she had heard about him, she knew exactly what he had in mind.
"You see," Lock continued, oblivious to the panic now running through Jane's mind, "I don't quite believe these so-called rumors that surround you. On the outside, yes, they appear to be true, but I'm afraid I'm going to need a little bit more… evidence to satisfy my growing curiosity."
There was no doubt now what he meant, but Jane was sure as hell not going to give up without a fight. What was left of her dignity and respect was at stake. Not to mention her virginity.
"You won't get anything from me."
"We shall see about that," he said. He nodded to the men nearest to him, and before Jane could react, Lock had released her into the grasp of two burly men, who began to drag her toward her captain's quarters.
Toward the quarters where Cecily was currently hiding.
Jane could hear the sounds of her crew once more protesting and fighting their captors, guns going off and grunts of pain and shouts of anger. But that was all background noise to her, barely decipherable as horror shot through her anew. This was the very last thing Jane wanted right now. A year ago, it would have been all about her and her own, but now, she was more fearful for Cecily's safety than her own.
Immediately, she fell limp in her captors' hands, playing as though she had given up and forcing the two men holding her to adjust their grips. That's when she struck. With a few well-placed jabs and a twist of her body—she sent up a silent thank you to Thomas, wherever he resided, for those skills—she managed to step out of the two men's grasp, and pulled out the knife in her boot. She brandished it, showing the two men the business end as she placed herself between them and her quarters.
A hearty laugh rose above the sound of the continued fighting behind the two men. "What, may I ask, do you plan to do with that little thing, love?"
Lock.
"Why don't you come over here and find out," Jane beckoned, hoping the invitation was enough an incentive for him to do just that. She couldn't wait to stick him with her knife. Any object would suffice, really, as long as he wasn't breathing when she was done.
Lock tutted, clearly unimpressed with her bait. "You won't get far. Be dead before you can make a dent in our numbers."
"Rather dead than rotten," Jane spat out, intending to fight her way through as many as she could before they felled her. She would die, she had no doubt about that, but by god if she didn't plan to take as many of his men down with her as she could.
The sound of a door slamming back on wooden walls broke the tension of the stand-off. All eyes whipped around toward the captain's quarters, and Jane's heart sunk. No, no, no, not now, why couldn't she have just once done as she had been told?
So caught up in Cecily, Jane barely had time to notice the two men spring into action before they were on her. She was able to hold off against them for a few seconds nonetheless. But
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