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She gave an exasperated sigh as he denied her the right to go back; crossing her arms over her chest. Honestly, she could pay him twice as much as anyone else for her freedom and yet he denied it to her. "Then don't bring me home. Bring me to one of the neighboring islands.. or Tangea. We have friends there that would ensure I get home and you'd be well on your way before then." ...That wouldn't stop her from telling them who he was or what his boat looked like, but that was neither here nor there.
Needless to say, no matter what logic she had for him, he denied. It was as if he did it just to spite her; regardless of how much money he could get, it couldn't come from her. Because she wasn't anything more than a slave, was she?
Asking for his bed was a long shot.. well...an impossibility; she knew it. But it was worth the question. Immediately she regretted it. He stood and crossed the short distance to her before crouching into her face. She leaned back to see him and, even though her heart jumped into her throat, she glared at him defiantly. Thalia had never been the type to shrink away. She rose to every challenge and conquered them. Fear was just an emotion to overcome. She grit her teeth as he stared her down; attempting to intimidate her; to goad some kind of reaction out of her and she wouldn't give it to him.
Finally he got that familiar glint in his eye when he decided to challenge her and he acquiesced to sharing his bed. A brow raised and, never being one to back down from a challenge, she very nearly said yes. ...Until he stood up and started removing his clothing. First his shirt was pulled off, and then his pants. Her face paled and she looked away. There was no way she was getting in bed with him without any clothes on. So, she pushed herself to the corner and settled in. At least that way she would have two directions that she wouldn't pitch away from even if it meant she wouldn't be able to sleep that night. She sighed and settled back against the hard boards and glared at him. ...At least she wasn't chained to the wall, though. It was a small consolation.
The ship continued to lurch and pitch throughout the night and there as no comfort to be had. Lukos must have fallen asleep ages ago or, if he hadn't, he'd decided he was done speaking. So she was left to her own devices. She kept her eyes closed, but her body was constantly tense to keep from rolling all about. If only there was something that hung from the ceiling that she could lay in...something that stayed level while the entire ship rolled about them. She felt some nudging by her hip and she reached down to brush away her dress and felt something furry that scuttled away. Suddenly she was hyper-alert. Her eyes flew open and she twisted awkwardly enough to notice a rat scurry away from where she sat. She gave a shriek that could have woke the dead and Jumped up from the floor; climbing on the first thing off the ground she could find; his bed. Regardless of him lying naked in it, she jostled over him to the head and stood in the corner; nudging him with her foot. "GET UP!! GET UP GET UP GET UP!!"
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She gave an exasperated sigh as he denied her the right to go back; crossing her arms over her chest. Honestly, she could pay him twice as much as anyone else for her freedom and yet he denied it to her. "Then don't bring me home. Bring me to one of the neighboring islands.. or Tangea. We have friends there that would ensure I get home and you'd be well on your way before then." ...That wouldn't stop her from telling them who he was or what his boat looked like, but that was neither here nor there.
Needless to say, no matter what logic she had for him, he denied. It was as if he did it just to spite her; regardless of how much money he could get, it couldn't come from her. Because she wasn't anything more than a slave, was she?
Asking for his bed was a long shot.. well...an impossibility; she knew it. But it was worth the question. Immediately she regretted it. He stood and crossed the short distance to her before crouching into her face. She leaned back to see him and, even though her heart jumped into her throat, she glared at him defiantly. Thalia had never been the type to shrink away. She rose to every challenge and conquered them. Fear was just an emotion to overcome. She grit her teeth as he stared her down; attempting to intimidate her; to goad some kind of reaction out of her and she wouldn't give it to him.
Finally he got that familiar glint in his eye when he decided to challenge her and he acquiesced to sharing his bed. A brow raised and, never being one to back down from a challenge, she very nearly said yes. ...Until he stood up and started removing his clothing. First his shirt was pulled off, and then his pants. Her face paled and she looked away. There was no way she was getting in bed with him without any clothes on. So, she pushed herself to the corner and settled in. At least that way she would have two directions that she wouldn't pitch away from even if it meant she wouldn't be able to sleep that night. She sighed and settled back against the hard boards and glared at him. ...At least she wasn't chained to the wall, though. It was a small consolation.
The ship continued to lurch and pitch throughout the night and there as no comfort to be had. Lukos must have fallen asleep ages ago or, if he hadn't, he'd decided he was done speaking. So she was left to her own devices. She kept her eyes closed, but her body was constantly tense to keep from rolling all about. If only there was something that hung from the ceiling that she could lay in...something that stayed level while the entire ship rolled about them. She felt some nudging by her hip and she reached down to brush away her dress and felt something furry that scuttled away. Suddenly she was hyper-alert. Her eyes flew open and she twisted awkwardly enough to notice a rat scurry away from where she sat. She gave a shriek that could have woke the dead and Jumped up from the floor; climbing on the first thing off the ground she could find; his bed. Regardless of him lying naked in it, she jostled over him to the head and stood in the corner; nudging him with her foot. "GET UP!! GET UP GET UP GET UP!!"
She gave an exasperated sigh as he denied her the right to go back; crossing her arms over her chest. Honestly, she could pay him twice as much as anyone else for her freedom and yet he denied it to her. "Then don't bring me home. Bring me to one of the neighboring islands.. or Tangea. We have friends there that would ensure I get home and you'd be well on your way before then." ...That wouldn't stop her from telling them who he was or what his boat looked like, but that was neither here nor there.
Needless to say, no matter what logic she had for him, he denied. It was as if he did it just to spite her; regardless of how much money he could get, it couldn't come from her. Because she wasn't anything more than a slave, was she?
Asking for his bed was a long shot.. well...an impossibility; she knew it. But it was worth the question. Immediately she regretted it. He stood and crossed the short distance to her before crouching into her face. She leaned back to see him and, even though her heart jumped into her throat, she glared at him defiantly. Thalia had never been the type to shrink away. She rose to every challenge and conquered them. Fear was just an emotion to overcome. She grit her teeth as he stared her down; attempting to intimidate her; to goad some kind of reaction out of her and she wouldn't give it to him.
Finally he got that familiar glint in his eye when he decided to challenge her and he acquiesced to sharing his bed. A brow raised and, never being one to back down from a challenge, she very nearly said yes. ...Until he stood up and started removing his clothing. First his shirt was pulled off, and then his pants. Her face paled and she looked away. There was no way she was getting in bed with him without any clothes on. So, she pushed herself to the corner and settled in. At least that way she would have two directions that she wouldn't pitch away from even if it meant she wouldn't be able to sleep that night. She sighed and settled back against the hard boards and glared at him. ...At least she wasn't chained to the wall, though. It was a small consolation.
The ship continued to lurch and pitch throughout the night and there as no comfort to be had. Lukos must have fallen asleep ages ago or, if he hadn't, he'd decided he was done speaking. So she was left to her own devices. She kept her eyes closed, but her body was constantly tense to keep from rolling all about. If only there was something that hung from the ceiling that she could lay in...something that stayed level while the entire ship rolled about them. She felt some nudging by her hip and she reached down to brush away her dress and felt something furry that scuttled away. Suddenly she was hyper-alert. Her eyes flew open and she twisted awkwardly enough to notice a rat scurry away from where she sat. She gave a shriek that could have woke the dead and Jumped up from the floor; climbing on the first thing off the ground she could find; his bed. Regardless of him lying naked in it, she jostled over him to the head and stood in the corner; nudging him with her foot. "GET UP!! GET UP GET UP GET UP!!"
Sleep snuck up quick enough that he still had the ghost of that triumphant smile on his face. The rolling of the ship did not wake him, nor did it particularly upset his crew. This was not a storm that sunk ships. It was, to the uninitiated, a storm that did upset the passengers. Down in the hold, the slaves clung to the bars of their cages, getting as much sleep as she was in her corner.
As the night wore on, the storm eventually dissipated. The waves still crashed but even the great sea beast was weakening. Lukos sighed in his sleep, content only in dreams. All at once a scream rang out. His eyes snapped open to find the woman flying at him, chains crashing across the floor. Her foot caught his stomach and her knee knocked his jaw. Jerking away from her, he banged his head on the wall, all the while her shrieking threatened to make his ears bleed.
He sat bolt upright, his arms over his head to avoid her flapping as her foot dug into his back. “What!” he bellowed, peeking out from his arms at the rest of the room, half expecting an apparition of some sort. Nothing but the same shadowed four walls stood looming. Twisting around, he snatched her flailing wrist and dragged her down to her knees. His other arm locked around her waist, slamming her against himself and clamping his hand over her mouth.
“What is the matter with you?” he hissed, moving forward so that she was pinned against him and the wall, freeing up his arm so that he could take hold of the chain. Her breathing was loud underneath his hand and when he was sure she would not continue to scream, he eased up his hold on her mouth but not the tight grip on her body.
It was early morning, if his grogginess was anything to go on. His eyes burned from sleepiness but his mind was far too alert now from her screaming. Taking one last sweep of the room, he looked back at her with a black stare. If this was her way of getting the bed, he was going to be a little more than angry.
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Sleep snuck up quick enough that he still had the ghost of that triumphant smile on his face. The rolling of the ship did not wake him, nor did it particularly upset his crew. This was not a storm that sunk ships. It was, to the uninitiated, a storm that did upset the passengers. Down in the hold, the slaves clung to the bars of their cages, getting as much sleep as she was in her corner.
As the night wore on, the storm eventually dissipated. The waves still crashed but even the great sea beast was weakening. Lukos sighed in his sleep, content only in dreams. All at once a scream rang out. His eyes snapped open to find the woman flying at him, chains crashing across the floor. Her foot caught his stomach and her knee knocked his jaw. Jerking away from her, he banged his head on the wall, all the while her shrieking threatened to make his ears bleed.
He sat bolt upright, his arms over his head to avoid her flapping as her foot dug into his back. “What!” he bellowed, peeking out from his arms at the rest of the room, half expecting an apparition of some sort. Nothing but the same shadowed four walls stood looming. Twisting around, he snatched her flailing wrist and dragged her down to her knees. His other arm locked around her waist, slamming her against himself and clamping his hand over her mouth.
“What is the matter with you?” he hissed, moving forward so that she was pinned against him and the wall, freeing up his arm so that he could take hold of the chain. Her breathing was loud underneath his hand and when he was sure she would not continue to scream, he eased up his hold on her mouth but not the tight grip on her body.
It was early morning, if his grogginess was anything to go on. His eyes burned from sleepiness but his mind was far too alert now from her screaming. Taking one last sweep of the room, he looked back at her with a black stare. If this was her way of getting the bed, he was going to be a little more than angry.
Sleep snuck up quick enough that he still had the ghost of that triumphant smile on his face. The rolling of the ship did not wake him, nor did it particularly upset his crew. This was not a storm that sunk ships. It was, to the uninitiated, a storm that did upset the passengers. Down in the hold, the slaves clung to the bars of their cages, getting as much sleep as she was in her corner.
As the night wore on, the storm eventually dissipated. The waves still crashed but even the great sea beast was weakening. Lukos sighed in his sleep, content only in dreams. All at once a scream rang out. His eyes snapped open to find the woman flying at him, chains crashing across the floor. Her foot caught his stomach and her knee knocked his jaw. Jerking away from her, he banged his head on the wall, all the while her shrieking threatened to make his ears bleed.
He sat bolt upright, his arms over his head to avoid her flapping as her foot dug into his back. “What!” he bellowed, peeking out from his arms at the rest of the room, half expecting an apparition of some sort. Nothing but the same shadowed four walls stood looming. Twisting around, he snatched her flailing wrist and dragged her down to her knees. His other arm locked around her waist, slamming her against himself and clamping his hand over her mouth.
“What is the matter with you?” he hissed, moving forward so that she was pinned against him and the wall, freeing up his arm so that he could take hold of the chain. Her breathing was loud underneath his hand and when he was sure she would not continue to scream, he eased up his hold on her mouth but not the tight grip on her body.
It was early morning, if his grogginess was anything to go on. His eyes burned from sleepiness but his mind was far too alert now from her screaming. Taking one last sweep of the room, he looked back at her with a black stare. If this was her way of getting the bed, he was going to be a little more than angry.
RATS!
Oh, she knew they had to be on the boat.. it was common knowledge they would, but she hadn't thought about it since she'd been on the ship. Cognitive dissonance, perhaps, but until she was confronted with one crawling about her, she didn't consider they would be on HIS ship!
She clambered frantically over him; dragging chains and kicking soft flesh...not on purpose, just in a bid to get to higher ground. With her sudden assault, he twisted around and grabbed her wrists; dragging her down before he pinned her against the wall and his body; forcing her to still her frantic screeching as he covered her mouth with his hand. She clawed at his hand for the first few seconds as she stared frantically at the wall she'd just been resting against. Where did it go?? Was it under the bed?? Did it find somewhere else to hide until it attacked? She gave a whimper, but stopped screaming; her eyes locking on his as he stared at her with a mixture of irritation and confusion. His body was crushing her against the wall; keeping her still, but for some reason, being pinned in such a way was mildly reassuring.
She stopped screaming against his hand; gasping through her nose. His arm was laced tightly around her waist and her arms were pinned between them; stilling her assault. Finally, he asked what was wrong with her and slowly pulled his hand away from her mouth. She hardly waited before she jerked her mouth away; belting out her response. "RAT! There's a RAT! It climbed across me! IT WAS HUGE! UGH, how do you LIVE in such conditions!!" She shoved him; unable to budge his solid frame. "You have to find it! Get rid of it!!" ...It probably wasn't as large as she described; no larger than an average sized rat.. but any rat was too much of a rat. And there was NO way she'd sit on a floor with rats crawling all over her. She'd fling herself overboard first.
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Oh, she knew they had to be on the boat.. it was common knowledge they would, but she hadn't thought about it since she'd been on the ship. Cognitive dissonance, perhaps, but until she was confronted with one crawling about her, she didn't consider they would be on HIS ship!
She clambered frantically over him; dragging chains and kicking soft flesh...not on purpose, just in a bid to get to higher ground. With her sudden assault, he twisted around and grabbed her wrists; dragging her down before he pinned her against the wall and his body; forcing her to still her frantic screeching as he covered her mouth with his hand. She clawed at his hand for the first few seconds as she stared frantically at the wall she'd just been resting against. Where did it go?? Was it under the bed?? Did it find somewhere else to hide until it attacked? She gave a whimper, but stopped screaming; her eyes locking on his as he stared at her with a mixture of irritation and confusion. His body was crushing her against the wall; keeping her still, but for some reason, being pinned in such a way was mildly reassuring.
She stopped screaming against his hand; gasping through her nose. His arm was laced tightly around her waist and her arms were pinned between them; stilling her assault. Finally, he asked what was wrong with her and slowly pulled his hand away from her mouth. She hardly waited before she jerked her mouth away; belting out her response. "RAT! There's a RAT! It climbed across me! IT WAS HUGE! UGH, how do you LIVE in such conditions!!" She shoved him; unable to budge his solid frame. "You have to find it! Get rid of it!!" ...It probably wasn't as large as she described; no larger than an average sized rat.. but any rat was too much of a rat. And there was NO way she'd sit on a floor with rats crawling all over her. She'd fling herself overboard first.
RATS!
Oh, she knew they had to be on the boat.. it was common knowledge they would, but she hadn't thought about it since she'd been on the ship. Cognitive dissonance, perhaps, but until she was confronted with one crawling about her, she didn't consider they would be on HIS ship!
She clambered frantically over him; dragging chains and kicking soft flesh...not on purpose, just in a bid to get to higher ground. With her sudden assault, he twisted around and grabbed her wrists; dragging her down before he pinned her against the wall and his body; forcing her to still her frantic screeching as he covered her mouth with his hand. She clawed at his hand for the first few seconds as she stared frantically at the wall she'd just been resting against. Where did it go?? Was it under the bed?? Did it find somewhere else to hide until it attacked? She gave a whimper, but stopped screaming; her eyes locking on his as he stared at her with a mixture of irritation and confusion. His body was crushing her against the wall; keeping her still, but for some reason, being pinned in such a way was mildly reassuring.
She stopped screaming against his hand; gasping through her nose. His arm was laced tightly around her waist and her arms were pinned between them; stilling her assault. Finally, he asked what was wrong with her and slowly pulled his hand away from her mouth. She hardly waited before she jerked her mouth away; belting out her response. "RAT! There's a RAT! It climbed across me! IT WAS HUGE! UGH, how do you LIVE in such conditions!!" She shoved him; unable to budge his solid frame. "You have to find it! Get rid of it!!" ...It probably wasn't as large as she described; no larger than an average sized rat.. but any rat was too much of a rat. And there was NO way she'd sit on a floor with rats crawling all over her. She'd fling herself overboard first.
His hand was barely away from her lips before she twisted her head as though to gather more breath. Her eyes were wild and her face contorted in real fear. She attempted to free herself as though she might be able climb him somehow and get a little higher off the floor. He only pressed against her harder to keep her still. At her order to ‘get rid of it’ he lost patience.
He gripped her jaw, his thumb up one side and his fingers pressing hard against her lips and the underside of her face, ensuring her mouth stayed closed. It was a fight to get her to calm down. At no point in his life had he any experiences with horses, but he knew that sometimes when they were high strung and frightened, one simply had to grab the halter and force the animal to take stock of its surroundings.
“Easy,” he said evenly. “Look. Look at the room. Do you see a rat?” He could feel the muscles of her body tighten and he was sure she would scream again. The way he held her face gave him complete control over her head movement. Slowly so as not to strain her neck, he forced her head at least, to swivel slowly this way and that, though he could not make her actually look anywhere she didn’t want to.
“It’s gone.” Lukos kept up the same smooth tone, easing his grip on her face by a fraction. He guided her chin back until she was looking at him again and he nodded slowly, trying to will some sort of sense into this previously unflappable woman. She was breathing hard and fast as though she’d run a marathon. The chains clinked softly with every breath she took. That was going to have to stop.
He took a chance and removed his hand from her mouth. For balance, he slid his knee forward but there was nowhere for it to go except between hers which was easily done, and he leaned back just enough to get at her hands. It wasn’t especially important that she not see how to get the shackles undone. She couldn’t free herself from them with them on. A deft flick of his fingers and a few twists and they fell to the bed, silent at last.
Lukos sighed and tossed them over the side and onto the floor where they landed with a shockingly loud clang. He took one more look at her before slowly removing his knee from between her legs and withdrawing his arm from her waist. “No rat,” he said, lowering himself back down onto the straw mattress and batting at her half heartedly with the back of his hand. “Now go away. Get off.” He tugged up the blanket under his chin and closed his eyes, hoping she would go back to her corner. If a rat had still been in the room, the chain would have frightened it away. There had been no scuttle. The room was utterly devoid of either squeaks or clawing.
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His hand was barely away from her lips before she twisted her head as though to gather more breath. Her eyes were wild and her face contorted in real fear. She attempted to free herself as though she might be able climb him somehow and get a little higher off the floor. He only pressed against her harder to keep her still. At her order to ‘get rid of it’ he lost patience.
He gripped her jaw, his thumb up one side and his fingers pressing hard against her lips and the underside of her face, ensuring her mouth stayed closed. It was a fight to get her to calm down. At no point in his life had he any experiences with horses, but he knew that sometimes when they were high strung and frightened, one simply had to grab the halter and force the animal to take stock of its surroundings.
“Easy,” he said evenly. “Look. Look at the room. Do you see a rat?” He could feel the muscles of her body tighten and he was sure she would scream again. The way he held her face gave him complete control over her head movement. Slowly so as not to strain her neck, he forced her head at least, to swivel slowly this way and that, though he could not make her actually look anywhere she didn’t want to.
“It’s gone.” Lukos kept up the same smooth tone, easing his grip on her face by a fraction. He guided her chin back until she was looking at him again and he nodded slowly, trying to will some sort of sense into this previously unflappable woman. She was breathing hard and fast as though she’d run a marathon. The chains clinked softly with every breath she took. That was going to have to stop.
He took a chance and removed his hand from her mouth. For balance, he slid his knee forward but there was nowhere for it to go except between hers which was easily done, and he leaned back just enough to get at her hands. It wasn’t especially important that she not see how to get the shackles undone. She couldn’t free herself from them with them on. A deft flick of his fingers and a few twists and they fell to the bed, silent at last.
Lukos sighed and tossed them over the side and onto the floor where they landed with a shockingly loud clang. He took one more look at her before slowly removing his knee from between her legs and withdrawing his arm from her waist. “No rat,” he said, lowering himself back down onto the straw mattress and batting at her half heartedly with the back of his hand. “Now go away. Get off.” He tugged up the blanket under his chin and closed his eyes, hoping she would go back to her corner. If a rat had still been in the room, the chain would have frightened it away. There had been no scuttle. The room was utterly devoid of either squeaks or clawing.
His hand was barely away from her lips before she twisted her head as though to gather more breath. Her eyes were wild and her face contorted in real fear. She attempted to free herself as though she might be able climb him somehow and get a little higher off the floor. He only pressed against her harder to keep her still. At her order to ‘get rid of it’ he lost patience.
He gripped her jaw, his thumb up one side and his fingers pressing hard against her lips and the underside of her face, ensuring her mouth stayed closed. It was a fight to get her to calm down. At no point in his life had he any experiences with horses, but he knew that sometimes when they were high strung and frightened, one simply had to grab the halter and force the animal to take stock of its surroundings.
“Easy,” he said evenly. “Look. Look at the room. Do you see a rat?” He could feel the muscles of her body tighten and he was sure she would scream again. The way he held her face gave him complete control over her head movement. Slowly so as not to strain her neck, he forced her head at least, to swivel slowly this way and that, though he could not make her actually look anywhere she didn’t want to.
“It’s gone.” Lukos kept up the same smooth tone, easing his grip on her face by a fraction. He guided her chin back until she was looking at him again and he nodded slowly, trying to will some sort of sense into this previously unflappable woman. She was breathing hard and fast as though she’d run a marathon. The chains clinked softly with every breath she took. That was going to have to stop.
He took a chance and removed his hand from her mouth. For balance, he slid his knee forward but there was nowhere for it to go except between hers which was easily done, and he leaned back just enough to get at her hands. It wasn’t especially important that she not see how to get the shackles undone. She couldn’t free herself from them with them on. A deft flick of his fingers and a few twists and they fell to the bed, silent at last.
Lukos sighed and tossed them over the side and onto the floor where they landed with a shockingly loud clang. He took one more look at her before slowly removing his knee from between her legs and withdrawing his arm from her waist. “No rat,” he said, lowering himself back down onto the straw mattress and batting at her half heartedly with the back of his hand. “Now go away. Get off.” He tugged up the blanket under his chin and closed his eyes, hoping she would go back to her corner. If a rat had still been in the room, the chain would have frightened it away. There had been no scuttle. The room was utterly devoid of either squeaks or clawing.
As soon as she'd finished screeching out what she'd seen, his hand clamped back over her face; vice-like and biting; she gave a whimper as his grip on her already bruised face was painful. Her nails clamped into his wrist, but otherwise, the way she was pinned, she couldn't move. Forcing her to look around the room, he told her that wherever it was, it was gone. But WHERE had it gone?? That was the very crux of the problem!
His hand eased a bit on her jaw and he turned her attention back to him so he could look her in the eyes. They weren't angry.. they were intense, but his eyes were always intense. They implored her to find restraint; to come back around and after a tense moment, she pried her nails free of his wrist. Her chains clinked between them and he shifted against her; pushing his knee between her legs as he withdrew his hand so he could reach her wrist. With a couple twists, he unlatched the shackles and pulled them away; dropping them to the floor with a loud clang. She flinched, but having the chains removed provided some relief and distracted her enough not to succumb to her anxiety once more.
Slowly he pulled away as if expecting to lose her mind again, but she restrained herself... though she was still tense and shaking. He laid back down as if exhausted and pushed her away to get her off the bed. She didn't budge, however. Instead, she fell down criss-across his back and leaned over the side of the bed to check beneath it. The blasted thing went somewhere and there was no way she was getting on the floor until it was found. And if it wasn't found? She wasn't getting on the floor.
There was no sign of the rat.
Unfortunately, it did nothing to alleviate her fear. Pushing herself back up off him, she cornered herself back in the spot against the wall atop the bed she'd settled in a moment before; glaring down at him. How he could sleep knowing there was a rat roaming about his room or even the ship was beyond her... but he'd said last night that she could share the bed and share she would.. Naked sleeping be damned. Grumbling, she pushed his hips across the bed with her foot so there was room to lay down beside him atop the blanket. If she had to take her chances with the pirate or the rat, she'd take her chances with the pirate. .....Though the separation between the two was minimal. She faced him and stared at the back of his head though. If he tried anything she'd knee him where it hurt the most. Even if he put her in a cage for it.
She took a breath to calm herself but it did little good. After all, rats could climb, couldn't they??? Did they not have any cats aboard the ship?? It seemed a fine place for one. ... At least she didn't need to concern herself with the captain. She knew how very much he valued her virginity. He'd not take advantage of her if only to line his pockets. ...Sleeping with him was probably the safest place she could be.
Even if he was naked.
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As soon as she'd finished screeching out what she'd seen, his hand clamped back over her face; vice-like and biting; she gave a whimper as his grip on her already bruised face was painful. Her nails clamped into his wrist, but otherwise, the way she was pinned, she couldn't move. Forcing her to look around the room, he told her that wherever it was, it was gone. But WHERE had it gone?? That was the very crux of the problem!
His hand eased a bit on her jaw and he turned her attention back to him so he could look her in the eyes. They weren't angry.. they were intense, but his eyes were always intense. They implored her to find restraint; to come back around and after a tense moment, she pried her nails free of his wrist. Her chains clinked between them and he shifted against her; pushing his knee between her legs as he withdrew his hand so he could reach her wrist. With a couple twists, he unlatched the shackles and pulled them away; dropping them to the floor with a loud clang. She flinched, but having the chains removed provided some relief and distracted her enough not to succumb to her anxiety once more.
Slowly he pulled away as if expecting to lose her mind again, but she restrained herself... though she was still tense and shaking. He laid back down as if exhausted and pushed her away to get her off the bed. She didn't budge, however. Instead, she fell down criss-across his back and leaned over the side of the bed to check beneath it. The blasted thing went somewhere and there was no way she was getting on the floor until it was found. And if it wasn't found? She wasn't getting on the floor.
There was no sign of the rat.
Unfortunately, it did nothing to alleviate her fear. Pushing herself back up off him, she cornered herself back in the spot against the wall atop the bed she'd settled in a moment before; glaring down at him. How he could sleep knowing there was a rat roaming about his room or even the ship was beyond her... but he'd said last night that she could share the bed and share she would.. Naked sleeping be damned. Grumbling, she pushed his hips across the bed with her foot so there was room to lay down beside him atop the blanket. If she had to take her chances with the pirate or the rat, she'd take her chances with the pirate. .....Though the separation between the two was minimal. She faced him and stared at the back of his head though. If he tried anything she'd knee him where it hurt the most. Even if he put her in a cage for it.
She took a breath to calm herself but it did little good. After all, rats could climb, couldn't they??? Did they not have any cats aboard the ship?? It seemed a fine place for one. ... At least she didn't need to concern herself with the captain. She knew how very much he valued her virginity. He'd not take advantage of her if only to line his pockets. ...Sleeping with him was probably the safest place she could be.
Even if he was naked.
As soon as she'd finished screeching out what she'd seen, his hand clamped back over her face; vice-like and biting; she gave a whimper as his grip on her already bruised face was painful. Her nails clamped into his wrist, but otherwise, the way she was pinned, she couldn't move. Forcing her to look around the room, he told her that wherever it was, it was gone. But WHERE had it gone?? That was the very crux of the problem!
His hand eased a bit on her jaw and he turned her attention back to him so he could look her in the eyes. They weren't angry.. they were intense, but his eyes were always intense. They implored her to find restraint; to come back around and after a tense moment, she pried her nails free of his wrist. Her chains clinked between them and he shifted against her; pushing his knee between her legs as he withdrew his hand so he could reach her wrist. With a couple twists, he unlatched the shackles and pulled them away; dropping them to the floor with a loud clang. She flinched, but having the chains removed provided some relief and distracted her enough not to succumb to her anxiety once more.
Slowly he pulled away as if expecting to lose her mind again, but she restrained herself... though she was still tense and shaking. He laid back down as if exhausted and pushed her away to get her off the bed. She didn't budge, however. Instead, she fell down criss-across his back and leaned over the side of the bed to check beneath it. The blasted thing went somewhere and there was no way she was getting on the floor until it was found. And if it wasn't found? She wasn't getting on the floor.
There was no sign of the rat.
Unfortunately, it did nothing to alleviate her fear. Pushing herself back up off him, she cornered herself back in the spot against the wall atop the bed she'd settled in a moment before; glaring down at him. How he could sleep knowing there was a rat roaming about his room or even the ship was beyond her... but he'd said last night that she could share the bed and share she would.. Naked sleeping be damned. Grumbling, she pushed his hips across the bed with her foot so there was room to lay down beside him atop the blanket. If she had to take her chances with the pirate or the rat, she'd take her chances with the pirate. .....Though the separation between the two was minimal. She faced him and stared at the back of his head though. If he tried anything she'd knee him where it hurt the most. Even if he put her in a cage for it.
She took a breath to calm herself but it did little good. After all, rats could climb, couldn't they??? Did they not have any cats aboard the ship?? It seemed a fine place for one. ... At least she didn't need to concern herself with the captain. She knew how very much he valued her virginity. He'd not take advantage of her if only to line his pockets. ...Sleeping with him was probably the safest place she could be.
Even if he was naked.
Lukos had been born into a life of slavery and sent to work in the Drakos mines when he was only six. The work had been back breaking for a child. He’d hauled rocks into baskets and then took the baskets out into the open air where he was to sort them. Like his father before him, he’d always assumed he would work in the mines and perhaps find a nice house slave like his mother.
Instead, much like he now did to others, he’d been stolen. Without so much as a goodbye to his parents, he and several other children had been whisked away to a ship much like this one. He had also been kept in a cage for days at a time down in the dark hold of the ship, and like her, he had at one time been scared of the rats. That was then. This was now.
He was much bigger and harder, and the thought of rodents crawling around didn’t bother him in the least unless they got into the food. What did bother him was a virgin woman wallowing all over him, untouchable, and infuriating. Raising up on one side, he attempted to force her to get off. It seemed to work.
She pushed away but instead of getting back into her corner, she moved back to where she’d been before, just standing there. He rolled his eyes, laying back down again and forcing himself to ignore her. Every time she touched him served only to remind him that people never touched him. People only looked at him, cried at him, occasionally hit him, or, as she’d done on the beach, spit on him. They did not lay across him, or prod him with their foot, or…..lay down beside him?
He raised up again, leveling her with another glare. “What are you doing.” It wasn’t phrased as a question so much as a flat accusation. She wasn’t beside him, exactly so much as on top of his blanket, pulling it uncomfortably tight on that side. Narrowing his eyes at her, he ripped it out from underneath her and tucked it underneath himself, forming a barrier against her that was far more comfortable.
The way the blanket was now made his feet stick out in the cold. He drew them in so that his knees were paralel with his stomach and kept his back to her. It was unnerving to have her just laying there. Everything with her had gotten out of hand. How she had managed to go from bag on her head and tied up to literally sleeping next to him, free to wander within two days was mind boggling.
It was difficult to fall back to sleep at first. He was hyper aware of every breath she took or little movement. If he shut his eyes they simply slid back open of their own accord so that he was just staring at an empty wall and a pile of chains on the floor. Once he almost turned over so that he could stretch back out and get a little more comfortable but that would mean he would be against her with his face practically in her neck. Instead, he was forced to stay like this, becoming a little cramped, with someone afraid of rats.
This was not a good precedent. Somehow, in the midst of his mental discomfort more than the physical, he fell back to sleep. She was warm against his back, and the ship’s lulling rhythm lured him back into the realm of dreams.
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Lukos had been born into a life of slavery and sent to work in the Drakos mines when he was only six. The work had been back breaking for a child. He’d hauled rocks into baskets and then took the baskets out into the open air where he was to sort them. Like his father before him, he’d always assumed he would work in the mines and perhaps find a nice house slave like his mother.
Instead, much like he now did to others, he’d been stolen. Without so much as a goodbye to his parents, he and several other children had been whisked away to a ship much like this one. He had also been kept in a cage for days at a time down in the dark hold of the ship, and like her, he had at one time been scared of the rats. That was then. This was now.
He was much bigger and harder, and the thought of rodents crawling around didn’t bother him in the least unless they got into the food. What did bother him was a virgin woman wallowing all over him, untouchable, and infuriating. Raising up on one side, he attempted to force her to get off. It seemed to work.
She pushed away but instead of getting back into her corner, she moved back to where she’d been before, just standing there. He rolled his eyes, laying back down again and forcing himself to ignore her. Every time she touched him served only to remind him that people never touched him. People only looked at him, cried at him, occasionally hit him, or, as she’d done on the beach, spit on him. They did not lay across him, or prod him with their foot, or…..lay down beside him?
He raised up again, leveling her with another glare. “What are you doing.” It wasn’t phrased as a question so much as a flat accusation. She wasn’t beside him, exactly so much as on top of his blanket, pulling it uncomfortably tight on that side. Narrowing his eyes at her, he ripped it out from underneath her and tucked it underneath himself, forming a barrier against her that was far more comfortable.
The way the blanket was now made his feet stick out in the cold. He drew them in so that his knees were paralel with his stomach and kept his back to her. It was unnerving to have her just laying there. Everything with her had gotten out of hand. How she had managed to go from bag on her head and tied up to literally sleeping next to him, free to wander within two days was mind boggling.
It was difficult to fall back to sleep at first. He was hyper aware of every breath she took or little movement. If he shut his eyes they simply slid back open of their own accord so that he was just staring at an empty wall and a pile of chains on the floor. Once he almost turned over so that he could stretch back out and get a little more comfortable but that would mean he would be against her with his face practically in her neck. Instead, he was forced to stay like this, becoming a little cramped, with someone afraid of rats.
This was not a good precedent. Somehow, in the midst of his mental discomfort more than the physical, he fell back to sleep. She was warm against his back, and the ship’s lulling rhythm lured him back into the realm of dreams.
Lukos had been born into a life of slavery and sent to work in the Drakos mines when he was only six. The work had been back breaking for a child. He’d hauled rocks into baskets and then took the baskets out into the open air where he was to sort them. Like his father before him, he’d always assumed he would work in the mines and perhaps find a nice house slave like his mother.
Instead, much like he now did to others, he’d been stolen. Without so much as a goodbye to his parents, he and several other children had been whisked away to a ship much like this one. He had also been kept in a cage for days at a time down in the dark hold of the ship, and like her, he had at one time been scared of the rats. That was then. This was now.
He was much bigger and harder, and the thought of rodents crawling around didn’t bother him in the least unless they got into the food. What did bother him was a virgin woman wallowing all over him, untouchable, and infuriating. Raising up on one side, he attempted to force her to get off. It seemed to work.
She pushed away but instead of getting back into her corner, she moved back to where she’d been before, just standing there. He rolled his eyes, laying back down again and forcing himself to ignore her. Every time she touched him served only to remind him that people never touched him. People only looked at him, cried at him, occasionally hit him, or, as she’d done on the beach, spit on him. They did not lay across him, or prod him with their foot, or…..lay down beside him?
He raised up again, leveling her with another glare. “What are you doing.” It wasn’t phrased as a question so much as a flat accusation. She wasn’t beside him, exactly so much as on top of his blanket, pulling it uncomfortably tight on that side. Narrowing his eyes at her, he ripped it out from underneath her and tucked it underneath himself, forming a barrier against her that was far more comfortable.
The way the blanket was now made his feet stick out in the cold. He drew them in so that his knees were paralel with his stomach and kept his back to her. It was unnerving to have her just laying there. Everything with her had gotten out of hand. How she had managed to go from bag on her head and tied up to literally sleeping next to him, free to wander within two days was mind boggling.
It was difficult to fall back to sleep at first. He was hyper aware of every breath she took or little movement. If he shut his eyes they simply slid back open of their own accord so that he was just staring at an empty wall and a pile of chains on the floor. Once he almost turned over so that he could stretch back out and get a little more comfortable but that would mean he would be against her with his face practically in her neck. Instead, he was forced to stay like this, becoming a little cramped, with someone afraid of rats.
This was not a good precedent. Somehow, in the midst of his mental discomfort more than the physical, he fell back to sleep. She was warm against his back, and the ship’s lulling rhythm lured him back into the realm of dreams.
