Killian's Pov
She storms off in the direction of her room. I ball my hands into fists. Who was I to think that I could actually have love after what I did? Bloody hell, Hook. Get your head back into the game. This is about your revenge and you aren't going to avenge your Swan if you let this princess go. She's your prisoner.

"You're right. Neither am I," I growl, grabbing the princess by her wrist.

"Let me go," she rips her arm free of my grip, but I grab underneath her shoulder and forcefully drag her along with me.

"You're a prisoner. And from now on you will be treated as one," I sneer.

She thrashes trying to escape, but I can tell it's painful to move when her stitches haven't fully healed, but she still doesn't give up.

I dig my fingers into her shoulder blade, pulling her with me below deck and down another set of stairs. She cries and tries to pry my hand off of her arm, but my grip holds fast.

I haul her to the brig, where I throw her in a cell. She collapses on the ground, as I lock the doors, slamming the metal door shut.

She stands up, meeting me at the bars, "This is exactly why I can't love, because people only betray you in the end. Love doesn't exist," she spits.

"Well I am not looking for love. I am looking for revenge," I say harshly.

"And the only way you can control a woman is locking her up in a cage," She glares at me.

"I can think of many ways to control a woman, but yes indeed one of them is chaining them," I smirk.

"You're horrible."

"Well most women don't fight back. That's why you're here. Handcuffs just won't do this time."

"What about our deal?" She begs as I turn away.

"It's off, love," I turn back momentarily.

"You promised."

"That was when you were free. Now I have you on a leash. And trust me. You make think you're miserable, but just think of all the horrors I can make you see through. This damp cage, being the most mild of them if you reject helping me. Understood?" I stand in front of the cell.

She spits in my face, angrily staring daggers in my soul, "Never trust a pirate."

"What did you expect love? This to be a nice little vacation while a bunch of black- tie men wait on your hand and foot? Well I'm sorry to disappoint, but it's a pirate's life for you," I wipe the spit off my face, walking away, grinning mischievously.

As I walk up the stairs I see her glare still on me, but at the last second she slumps against the wooden frame, meant to be a cheap excuse for a bed. And my heart sinks just a little bit.

Stop it Hook, you are ruthless and emotionless. Feelings just don't come around with the job.

Emma's Pov.
I wake up to the same stench I have been waking up to for the past three days, musty mold, and grime. I hold back the nausea building in my asopagos. I hadn't eaten in the past three days.

Every time someone brought food, I would reject it. If Hook wanted me to lock me up, he could do just that, but I think he still forgot that I still held some power in the game. He would eventually have to let me out before I starved to death. And then I would have something to bargain with. To get my revenge.

That didn't stop me from trying. Luckily, my hair had been a rats nest since the day we got here and I still had a couple pins failing to hold up my hair properly at this point. I had been trying to pick a lock with little lock, whenever I was left alone.

Unfortunately that became less and less often now that as a last resort to get me to eat, Hook had started to send James to try to get me to eat. Or at least talk, but I refused. I just stared at the wall past him, until he left.

James was honestly the only person I didn't mind on this ship, but I wasn't going to give Hook the satisfaction. So I didn't talk.

At our last "conversation," James said, "You know he's not all that bad. He has just faced a lot of battles in his time. It gives no excuse for what he has done, but he has reasons to want revenge." I didn't respond and eventually he left, like he always did.

Usually I have about an hour to try at the lock until someone brings down breakfast, so I grab the pin from behind my pillow and get started on the lock. Neal once showed me how, but of course I wasn't paying much attention then. I just remember him saying, "It is all about the tumblers." What the hell are tumblers? No idea, but I was going to crack the lock eventually.

I also heard some of the men talking about pulling into another port today at noon. If I could get the lock undone by then, then maybe I could escape this god forbidden place.

Then I heard a click, as I maneuvered the pin into the lock a half hour later. I forced myself not to squeal out of joy, so not to alarm the crew. I had a half hour to sneak aboard the dock, before someone would come to find me.

I held my hand to my stomach, the skin stinging. I pulled up the nightgown I had on to find my stitches yellow and puss filled, ringed with red raw skin, probably infected, but I could see a doctor after I got off the ship. I could do anything after I got off this ship, but I had to get off the ship first.

I quietly opened the cell door, sneaking down the hallway to the quieter side of the boat. My stomach lashed out in pain and I had to bend over, because the pain stabbed at my stomach. It honestly hurt like hell, but I was determined to make it out of this place first. I kept walking forward, feeling dizzy and nauseous. I just kept putting one foot in front of the other silently.

James tried to tend to my wound when he stopped by, but I always refused. And he couldn't do anything to make me. Now I wish he had at least forced me to put on some fresh banadages.

I heard voices on the deck. I hid behind a barrel. Soon the voices disappear far off into the bow of the ship. I quickly walked out into the open deck, making a mad dash to the gangplank. I practically ran down there, feeling the fresh taste of freedom.

I reveled in it. While I admired my first look at land in a week, I felt the dizziness overcome me. I tried to keep myself standing, but my knees collapsed and I crashed onto the dock.

Cliffhanger. Duh Duh Duh!!!

What do we think? What is going to happen? Theories? Anything?

Also sorry for not updating "In The Darkest of Time" for those of you who read it. I am just having a really hard time getting past a corner I wrote myself into. So I needed a break to let that simmer in my head, before I continue it. 😂

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