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[TheLivingDead]

It was the dead of night, and the black vessel had finally docked. From the secluded harbour on the silent shore, the burly man watched. His large arms folded across his chest, he watched as the cargo was unloaded. Another successful... endeavour. He hadn't been on this little voyage of theirs, he needed a rest. His hip had been playing up again and he had almost been hospitalised this time. But it turned out strain had been the cause of the old injury's antics. He recieved a text from the co-captain. "i can see u. get down here." Viggo shook his head and gave a grin and eagerly began the walk up toward the ship. He boarded, shimmying past the crew that passed through the warren of hallways in the ships guts, before reaching the deck and heading up to the control room. "A success?" came his gravelly voice as he entered the room with great strides. The smaller, blonde man turned and nodded. "Do you expect anything less of me captain?" and Viggo laughed. "Alright, John. To your quarters, lad. We set sail in an hour." and with that, John gave a nod, a grin and took his leave. Alone with his ship, Viggo stroked the wheel and gave a wide smile. He was glad to have her back in his safe grasp. John was a good man, but he was not as experienced of a sailor or a pirate as he. But as long as he always returned The Nassau with not a mark on her, he was happy.

The start of the voyage had come and go with little in the terms of a problem. Odd. As Viggo sipped his eighth cup of tea of the morning - and it was only seven - he found the entire situation a little disturbing. no problems on the first day? it was like they were slacking. Though, things were never quiet for long. In that instant, he heard an almighty crash and a scream. What the fuck was that? He grabbed his half finished cigarette from the ashtray, knocked his tea off the side. Swearing vehemently, he exited the control room and saw the carnage below. To his sheer horror, this was not just some mere brawl that he had to break up. They were throwing a young woman between them, taunting her, threatening her with guns and knives. Rage bubbled through his core. "From what I last fucking heard, I didn't think I had any livestock on this ship." and the crew laughed. Viggo was completely consumed with this unexplainable anger. "No, I meant I didn't realise my crew were a bunch of babbling fucking primates. Now, I suggest you unhand our guest and get back to work before I skin all of you. Is that mighty fucking clear?" and with that, he watched them part. "You, up here. Now." he gestured straight down at the woman who stood on his deck. Now, to find out exactly what on earth was going on. With that, he turned and headed back into his control room, awaiting her to enter his smoky, dark throne room.

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The darkness unwillingly let her go once more. Her sides and abdomen were both bloodied and bruised, and she could feel her left eye starting to swell. Turning her head, she spat out blood, her dress ripped and torn from the assault. She silently cried, tears rolling down her cheeks as she staggered out of the alleyway, her high heel missing from her right foot. She felt her dress ride up slightly in the front, and she instinctively brushed it down, but when she brought her hands back up to look at them, she found that she was bleeding from where she was attacked by her master, and she didn't understand what she did to anger him so. She closed her eye and whimpered in pain, her left eye fully swollen shut. Leaning against a brick wall, she sobbed into the open air, watching as her master strode happily and confidently into the bar across the street from her. She was sure he heard her sob; how could he not? He was, after all, the same vampire who had turned her into the same monster centuries before. That was the last thing she remembered before darkness welcomed her home safely.

She remembered being awoken by someone tossing bread onto her lap, blood caked along her inner thighs and staining what had been a red dress deep violet. Reese felt tears slide down her face as she pushed herself weakly off the brick wall and grabbed the bread, her staggering walk taking her down toward the docks, toward the black ship floating and bobbing in the water next to the boardwalk. Reese carefully picked her way around men carrying cargo off the ship and out of the hold. Every so often, she had to stop in her trek and lean against something, her sides heaving painfully as she winced from her panting. Exhaustion was written all over her face, and as she made her way onto the ship's deck, she attracted the attention of the crew members. She knew that the expressions written on her face - exhaustion and fear - attracted attention from them. They pushed her into a barrel and she screamed in pain and horror, her body falling to the wood beneath her. She sobbed openly, the men around her laughing loudly. The rapturous ruckus pained her ears, one of which was slightly torn and had caused blood to seep down her neck, coating her hair in the now-dried crimson liquid. She heard gravelly lyrics and she stiffly moved her neck, her partly opened eye taking in a dark, rough form. She groaned softly as the crew laughed at the lyrics, but the laughed quickly stopped when harsh words were spoken. She pushed herself up slowly and painfully as the men dispersed themselves toward different places on the deck as the captain spoke to her. She finally stood, yet wobbled. Gaining her last bit of strength, she climbed the stairs slowly, before entering the control room. She stood just inside the room, her hand reaching out and steadying herself with the chair that was next to her.

[TheLivingDead]

As she entered, Viggo was bent down, with a dustpan and brush, clearing up the remnants of his favourite mug. He heard her enter, but continued as he went, his stomach sick with shame at his crew. Finally, after throwing the shattered pieces of the mug in the bin, the large man straightened. He looked over at the woman and then realised how dire of a state she was in. "Shit, who did this to you?" and he quickly crossed the small room and guided her to his chair just behind the control desk. Brushing his long dark hair away from his face, he looked over hers, his piercing cyan eyes examining her swollen face. "Christ where did you come from? Uh... that doesn't matter right now. Let me just get you cleaned up first, alright? Is that okay?" but before she could answer, he was already off in the kitchen that led straight off of his control room. He was filling a washing up bowl with water from the sounds of things. From the tiny kitchen there was a great clattering sound, and then a grunt as he hauled the first aid kit from the cupboard under the sink. He carried both the bowl of lukewarm water and the big green kit with him back into the control room.

"Ok..." he started, dragging up a chair infront of her, "I'm just gonna get you all cleaned up. If it hurts too much, then just stop me. But I'll try my best. Then afterwards, you're more than welcome to a cup of tea or coffee." Tea always made him feel better, and to be honest, he felt as if he needed one himself after this. Opening the kit, he grabbed a load of cotton wool from within it, dipped it first in the water, then doused it in a little anaesthetic before coming toward her once more. "Alright, don't panic, but I'll just do that ear of yours first alright? Then I can put a few sutures in it. Don't worry, I've actually dealt with worse believe it or not."

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As she stood there, watching him clean up his broken mug, she replayed the memory of what Euric had done to her. The thought of him coming back to find her caused Reese to start shaking visibly, her hand turning white as she gripped the back of the chair she was standing next to. A soft whine came from her mouth, and she felt more tears flow out of her eyes, and down her cheeks. The man asked her who did this to her, and she immediately shook her head, a soft sob breaking her silence. "My-my-my master." Her soft words were broken up by sobs, her sides heaving, despite the pain she felt. She was beginning to go into shock, and her body shivered. She settled softly in his chair, soft gasps coming from her mouth now as she tried to calm herself down, her hazel eyes watching as he disappeared into the small kitchen, bangs and sounds coming from the room. She settled deep into the chair, trying to relax, knowing she was finally safe. Though the pain continued to throb throughout her entire body, she closed her non-swollen eye and leaned her head back against the back of the chair, feeling her dark brown hair matted against her skull. She winced, but ignore it as she continued to try and relax, sleep rushing at her, assaulting her brain.

As he started talking, she jerked awake, her hazel eye searching his face for any kind of malice, anger, violence. She needed to know if he would hurt her, but by the looks of things, he wanted to... To help. She frowned, not understanding. Her entire life, she was abused, sexually assaulted, and raped, and there was nothing she could have done about it. He had told her that he was going to try and help her, get her cleaned up. Slowly, she relaxed at the sound of his voice, the way he was talking to her. It made her feel even more safe. He asked her not to panic, and Reese nodded weakly, turning her head to allow him access to her ear. She closed her eye and waited for him to start stitching her up. Reese was relieved someone actually cared about what happened to her. It seemed like no one else cared about what happened to her. Hell, her own parents tossed her out of their house when she had turned 16, saying that it was 'for the best'. That was when she got picked up by Euric, who turned her into his slave, in every single way.

[TheLivingDead]

as she told him who did this to her, it didn't quite hit him until he had already started to suture up her ear. Her what? She wasn't a slave or something right? It didn't matter to him. Viggo and his incredibly large circle of associates were not something to be messed with, and everybody knew Viggo had a soft spot for women and children. He just gave her a soft smile and then went back to stitching. Once he was finished, he took the cotton wool and cleaned up the remainder of the blood around her ear and on her neck. Pulling away slightly, he looked at her swollen eye. "I'm Viggo. Viggo Vane. And what is your name?" offering another smile, he took a glance over her. Perhaps he ought to get her a fresh change of clothes as soon as this was done. A little blood stained dress really wouldn't do. Reaching back into his kit, he grabbed an icepack and split it, and instantly it began to freeze up. "Hold that over that eye okay? Hopefully it should bring some of that swelling down. I'll be back in a second." and with that, he took his leave.

Making his way down below deck, he went to his own private quarters. Through the living room, through the bedroom and then to the en suite bathroom. Viggo didn't like to live poorly, that was clear. He quickly started the hot water tap, before going back to his bedroom. He grabbed a towel, a pair of his black sweatpants, a thick woolen pair of bedsocks - he knew he wouldn't have any shoes that fitted her, but slipper socks would do for now - and a grey longsleeved t-shirt. He folded them and piled them up on the chair. He went at speed back up to the control room and stated, almost apologetically, "I've run a bath for you, if you'd like to come to my quarters?"

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Reese suddenly felt insecure, vulnerable now that she told someone about her abuse. She felt like it was all her fault, like if she'd just done what her parents had told her to do, she wouldn't have suffered eight years of torment, of rape. She closed her eye and suppressed the urge to sob and to let the tears flow freely down her cheeks once more. Rather, she hummed softly to herself, an old tune that she remembered her grandmother singing to her when she was a young lass. It was a comforting melody, and she stopped shaking as she hummed it, her body becoming less tense and clenched. Her facial features softened and she sighed softly, the humming still soft, yet it was loud enough for both of them to hear. Viggo wiped down her ear and neck, and she turned her head to look at him, hazel eye soft as she stared into his eyes. "Reese. Reese Benning." She smiled back in return to his own smile, despite her lips cracking and bleeding all over again. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as he reached over her and grabbed an ice pack from the first aid kit. Nodding as he handed it to her, she gently touched the pack to her eye, a soft hiss coming from between her bloodied and swollen lips as it stung the swollen features on her face. She watched him depart from the room, and she leaned back in his chair, feeling exhaustion wash over her again.

Somehow finding herself asleep, Reese looked around, seemingly deep within a dream. Her panicked screams went unheard and unanswered, her face turning red with the effort. She was alone, once again, but she was tied down to a table, ropes attached around her ankles and wrists, pulling them to the corners of the table. She was in a white chiffon dress, which was, as per usual, especially tight around her ribs and abdomen. She was spread open for everyone to see, yet from what she could see, she was alone. Alone in a dim-lit stone basement. Jumping suddenly, she gasped for air as she awoke, her hazel gaze sweeping around the room. She relaxed when she saw Viggo enter the room and ask her a question about a bath. Wait. In his quarters? Well, what could it hurt? He'd been nice enough so far, so she thought to take the risk. Slowly nodding and standing, she smiled gently at him. "I think I'd like that very much."

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[TheLivingDead]

He saw her hesitation as he asked her to come to his quarters. he gave a heavy sigh and shot, "I'm a pirate, not a pervert." gesturing for her to follow, Viggo made his way down over the deck, and his crew immediately quietened. They watched with prying eyes but came no closer to either of them. They didn't dare. Viggo had thrown a man over board many a time if he had disobeyed. He would not have his crew, especially not one that needed discipline and the highest security to keep everyone, including cargo, safe from any other rogues that sailed and the police that were a consistent and ever looming threat. So, the crew kept their heads down as Viggo lead Reese down to his quarters.

Down in his quarters, he shut the door behind them both and led her through to the bathroom. "If you need me, just shout." and with that, he left her in there. Crossing back over to the bedroom, he sat down on the bed. He sat with his elbows on his knees, and his head in his hands. What on earth sort of cargo was this? Who was this... master she spoke of? He didn't know what these land folk were into nowadays. Maybe it was some sort of weird kink? No.. surely not. She seemed genuinely abused. He'd have to question her about this once she was feeling better. Which was soon, he hoped. He needed to get back up to speed to get this order back in to home port again on time.

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The girl hadn't meant to hesitate, but he was a strange man to her, someone she didn't know and probably would have never met if it wasn't for her desperate need to get out of the town. I-I'm so sorry. It's just... I'm wary of everyone." She nodded at his gesturing and started following him, holding her head as high as she could around the crew, trying not to look the damsel in distress part, though she already looked it, what with her entire body bloodied and bruised. She still held the ice pack to my face, hoping to bring the swelling down in my face. Reese wanted to be able to see out of both eyes. The whole 'one-eye cyclops' thing she had going on was getting quite tiresome. She glanced around at the men who watched her closely, as if they hated seeing her presence here, as if she was a barnacle stuck to the bottom of their ship. Reese grimaced slightly and ducked down into Viggo's quarters with him. No doubt what the men were thinking: 'ah, the captain has bedded yet another lass.'

He shut the door behind the two of them, and he led her to the bathroom, which was nicely lit and warmly welcomed those who were able to use it. Reese turned to look at Viggo and nodded, though he had already departed to go back to the bedroom. Silently, she shut the bathroom door, taking care to slowly undress. She whimpered softly as she peeled the bloodied dress off her sticky skin, the smell of blood enough to make her want to vomit. She glanced around at the scars on her arms, her wrists, her legs. The sight of them made her go green, and she quickly got in the tub, sliding beneath the hot water, so as to wash whatever was in her hair out. The water turned a light pink color, evidence that blood was all over her. She grabbed a washcloth off the stack next to the tub, and she began washing herself, getting rid of the rest of the stubborn blood. The scent of whatever soap Viggo had enveloped me warmly, and a smile came to my lips. Rinsing myself off, I put some shampoo in my hand and started lathering up my head, careful to not hit the wound on my scalp, but I managed to do it anyway, and a loud yelp came from my mouth, and tears formed in my eyes at the new pain.

[TheLivingDead]

as she bathed, Viggo laid there quietly, listening to the gentle lap of the ocean against the bow of the Nassau, and her soft splashing from the bathroom. The boat rocked against the waves rhythmically as it went, and a sudden rise reminded the captain he had work to do. Rising, he took a few blankets from his bed and his pillow and began to make himself up a bed. He could hardly expect her to sleep on the sofa when she was in such a state. He placed the blanket on the couch, fluffed up the pillow and made himself a bed there. He looked around his room and his eyes caught on a mirror that allowed him to stare back at himself. He wore a pair of dark jeans that hung loose around his calves, but these were covered with a large pair of black leather boots, softened with age. On his bronzed top half, he wore a dirtied long sleeved buttoned shirt, the cuffs rolled up around his elbows. Brushing his pale brown hair away from his face, he turned and made for the door, and as soon as he opened it, the metal slammed straight into three of his crew members. They'd quite obviously had their ears up against the door, spying or trying to catch little glimpses of Reese's moans. He grabbed two of them by their collars and lifted them clean off of their feet. "now, boys do you remember what happened to the last little bastards who dared disrespect me and one of our guests?" At that, the teenagers nodded their heads violently, the fear evident in their wide eyes. "so I trust this won't happen again, am I right?" then, he tossed them back over the deck, before shoving the other smaller sailor away from his quarters. They knew the rules. If they didn't listen, they got hurt. It was as simple as that.

The yelp echoed out through the cabin and Viggo went dashing back inside, slamming the great door behind him. He strode through the bedroom and to the bolted bathroom door and knocked upon it gently. "Reese? Be careful of those stitches won't you... he warned, but concern set an odd twinge in his voice as he spoke. He stepped back slowly from the door and took his residence back on the bed, awaiting her returrn.

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Reese leaned back on the back of the tub, her head relaxing against the towel she had placed there. Despite the throbbing headache she now had, she was finally comfortable, her shock wearing off now that she was safe and the bleeding had stopped. She closed her eye, falling into a light sleep. She could still feel the ship rocking back and forth with the movement of the waves, and she smiled softly, loving the way it felt. It was quite relaxing to her, and helped calm her down. She soaked a few more minutes in the hot water before bathing, taking extra care to wash well, to hopefully get any infection out of the wounds. She was cautious when washing her face, making sure she didn't hit her sutures or her swollen eye. Delving her hand between her thighs, she scrubbed there, ignoring the pain that flashed up her spine. She bit her tongue to stay silent, watching as the water turned a bit darker. She disappeared beneath the surface of the water to rinse herself before rising up, breathing calmly. Reaching under the water, she pulled the plug on the tub, draining the now dirty water. Watching silently as the water disappeared down the drain, Reese looked at her now visible body, disgusted at how mangled and bruised her body was. The cuts he left behind on her inner thighs would turn into scars, as would where her earring was ripped out, and the cuts on her abdomen... Definite scars. Plugging the tub up once the water was drained, she started running the hot water again, watching as the clear liquid quickly turned her alabaster skin pink. She grinned weakly, letting the tub fill up so she could slide beneath the water again. Shutting off the tap, she disappeared beneath the water's surface again, watching her hair float around her head. Bubbles rose to the surface, soundless screams coming from between her lips. Her eye was clenched tight in anger, fists balled up, her face turning red as she quickly ran out of air. Splashing to the surface, she coughed, taking in big gulps of air, thankful that Viggo had set her up in his bathroom.

Washing her hair was a big pain in the ass. She had that wound on her scalp that she was sure was going to heal on its own. For now, though, it was tender to the touch and sensitive to anything and everything. So, when she yelped, it was because she had touched it and the shampoo had gotten into it. She quickly slipped beneath the surface to rinse her hair, rubbing parts of it to make sure the shampoo was all out before she rose to get gulps of air, just in time to hear Viggo's warning. I'm okay, Viggo. I just... I touched the head wound I got. I'll be okay." Now that she was done bathing, Reese drained the water once more and climbed out of the tub, drying off with the thick towel he had provided her. Snuggling into it, she yawned, eyelids feeling heavy, exhaustion setting in again. Grabbing the clothes he provided for her, Reese dressed quickly, combed her hair out with her fingers, dried it further with the towel before hanging it on the chair. She unlocked the bathroom door and timidly stepped out, glancing at Viggo before looking at the floor.

[TheLivingDead]

As she came back out of the bathroom, he looked up, but didn't offer a smile. Viggo stood, before stating in that deep growl of his; "You can have my bed. I'll take the sofa. If needbe, you can sleep all this off, because I need to get back to work now." and with that, he gave a nod, taking himself out of the bedroom. Just as he was about to leave, he grunted; "There's a laptop over in the corner, the password if the nassau eighty five. The messenger will be open and it will enable you to send a message to my phone. Use it if you need anything. Oh, and there's a ready meal in the fridge. It's a Quorn chicken curry. Sorry." and with that, he departed. The door slammed shut, and he locked it from the outside. He slid the key back under the door, then went.

Boots thudding against the puddled metal of the deck, Viggo reinstated his authority by staring down the crew members, who quickly averted their eyes. By this time, it was ten am, and they were already incredibly behind schedule. Running up the stairs that led to the control room, he bellowed out across the deck, "Right! Now let's get this fucking show on the road. I want that ship underneath us by sundown, and tonight, we'll drink to our fortunes. What do you say lads?!!" at that, the entire crew gave a testosterone fueled rebel yell back at him, and threw their fists in the air. Viggo set a wild grin across his face before disappearing into the control room. Full steam ahead. He took the wheel, and put the Nassau into full speed, and she leapt forth excitedly, crashing against the waves and galloping on. Their goal was set. They'd raid a cargo ship at sundown. And Viggo already had his heart set on one of the largest making its crossing to the UK.

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From where she stood, he didn't give her the warmness she had originally received. Was he going to turn her into his own slave like Euric did just before him? He started talking, but all she heard was that she could have the bed and he had to go back to work. She nodded slowly, still looking at the ground, her hands clasped before her, her eye closed as she listened to him talk to her. As he finished talking, she nearly answered him as 'Master', but she quickly bit her tongue, heart scudding as she realized that he would possibly react adversely to the word. It was so ingrained into her mind to call every male in her life 'Master'. She belonged to many different men every week, with Euric only claiming her on Sundays. He told her there was a meal in the fridge, but she wasn't very hungry. Instead, she waited until he departed the bedroom and she crawled weakly into bed, wincing at the pain of the mattress pressing against her bruised body. She was so glad to be away from the torture chamber, her eyes finally seeing more daylight than what managed to steal its way into her dungeon room. She was excruciatingly white, her skin nearly glowing in the sun. Sleep managed to come ever so slowly, her mind playing back what had happened between her and the captain. Had there been a bit of a spark there? Had she been imagining something that didn't even exist, as a result of the concussion she more than likely got?

Whining softly to herself, she felt the ship start rocking faster and faster, the waves pounding and beating against the hull. Usually relaxing to her, she was on edge instead of drifting off to sleep. Standing, she walked over to the window in the room, sighing as she looked out at the darkened expanse of empty water. All she wanted was to be free, and in the first time in her life, she was. But, it wasn't what she thought it would be. She seemed to be looked down upon by all those who greeted her, as if she was the scum of the earth, despite doing nothing wrong. She turned her head to the bedroom door, hearing his muffled grizzly voice and she sighed gently, running a hand through her drying hair. This wasn't how she imagined her getting away from Euric to look like, but nothing ever works out for her. More than likely, when they got back to port, he'd abandon her just like everyone else did. She was used to it by now. She was never good enough to be kept for more than a few weeks. Euric didn't even love her. Rather, he used her body for sex, and they both knew it. Walking back to the bed, she snuggled into the sheets, inhaling Viggo's comforting scent, finally falling asleep.

[TheLivingDead]

As the nassau ate the waves in her stride, Viggo sparked up yet another cigarette. He took a long drag on it, holding the poison in his lungs before exhaling deeply. He ran his hand through his braided hair, his fingers catching on the salt coarsened locks. Spinning the wheel to the side as his monitor picked up the change of course of the larger ship, the vessel veered angrily, smashing against the heightening waves. Finally, the other ship was slowly coming into view. Viggo threw out a great, wide grin as the nassau galloped ever closer. He could already smell the riches that would come from this raid. He ran down to the stairs leading to the deck and commanded, "The Jane is in sight! Get the weapons and kit ready! I want the ship torn limb from limb!" and the crew suddenly bustled into life, and huge heavy guns were brought up to light. Machine guns were grabbed from behind bins, grenades surfaced from duffle bags. The men rushed to and fro, their sea legs carrying them easily over the rocking boat. By this time, the boat was merely a mile or two from them, and was in plain sight. It was clear that the Jane was attempting to get away from them, but the huge cargo ship was slow and clumsy compared to the Nassau. Viggo came right up along side them, barely scraping the side of it, and that was when all his men began jumping aboard.

On board the Jane, the men fired their rounds in the air and panic ensued. The Jane's crew spread like butter over the ship, hiding in cargo holds and down with the livestock. That was when Viggo made his own crossing, and went straight up into the Captains control room. The aged captain turned to Viggo and held his hands high in surrender at the man with the automatic hanging round his neck. Viggo ignored the terrified captain, aside from laying a right hook into the very centre of his nose. The captain staggered back, before falling flat on his bloodied face. Viggo kicked him carelessly to the side, then anchored the ship. He tore out the computer, ripping into the dashboard and tearing it clean out with a crowbar; Being the experienced thief he was. Making his way into the captains quarters, he grabbed the captains cellphone, a lovely brand new iphone 6, a brand new laptop, the safe and several pieces of jewelery before shoving them in his huge messenger bag.

In mere minutes, the Nassau was fleeing the scene at full speed, leaving the Jane and her crew broken in more ways than one. As soon as Viggo felt they were safely away from the Jane, he left his control room on autopilot and went ambling down to his quarters. He gave a firm knock on the door before saying "Reese? Are you alright in there?"

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The girl had no idea what was going on above deck. She wasn't sure she wanted to be aware, anyway. She couldn't handle much more violence, no matter the kind. She managed to fall into a troubled sleep after awaking momentarily, her body tossing and turning in the bed, blankets getting tangled around her legs, and the spare pillow thrown across the room to land with a soft noise against the wall and down onto the floor. Sweat covered her face and neck, soft moans and whimpers coming from between her swollen lips. It was obvious as to what she had fallen victim to in her sleep. Euric was present in the nightmare, his sickly-sweet smell haunting her nose, the taste of his skin taking her mouth hostage, the site of his disgusting greasy hair locked in her vision. His skin pressing against her own has her feeling ill, bile raising to the back of her throat. Euric spoke to her, gripping her chin and jaw tightly, squeezing as he asked a question, his voice muffled in the dream. When she didn't answer, he used his other hand to deliver a slap to her face, tears running down her reddened cheek at the sudden abuse. Of course, she was used to it by now. It had, after all, just passed five years that she'd been stuck with him. There was absolutely no way she could get away; there were too many men trolling the house every day. Jerking awake, she gasped softly, panting, trying to calm her racing heartbeat. It was by far the most tame nightmare she'd had recently, but it was still bad enough to work her up.

Climbing out of bed, she departed to the bathroom, looking in the mirror. Her swollen face and returned somewhat back to normal. Though, her eye was still purple and swollen shut, she could tell that it would be a day or two before she could open it and see out of it. Looking down, she pushed up the sleeves on her borrowed shirt, and she looked at the bruises covering the length of her lower arms, her wrists painful to move. She silently wondered if Euric had broken or fractured any of her bones, but there wasn't any pain when she moved her limbs. Sighing gently, Reese turned from the mirror and flipped off the bathroom light. Standing back in the darkness of the bedroom, she glanced around, taking in shapes of the items he'd told her about. Shaking her head, Reese turned towards the bed and settled back on the mattress, careful to not hurt herself like she did before. She closed her eye, trying hard to go back to sleep. Slowly, sleep enveloped her, and she left the blankets at the foot of the bed, not wanting them to get tangled in her feet and legs again. This time... No nightmares came to her. She couldn't even tell you if she dreamed at all.

Jerking awake and falling out of bed at the sound of his knock, she yelped as her tender body connected with the cold hardwood floor beneath her. Rubbing her back, she looked toward the bedroom door, nodding. That is, until she realized that he couldn't see her. Picking her head up, Reese cleared her throat and called back to him, voice breaking slightly. "I'm okay. How did everything go?" Oh, she wasn't stupid. She heard everything, but she let them do what they wanted to do. She had no business in telling them not to raid other ships.

[TheLivingDead]

As she called through the door, he rolled his eyes. Clearly she hadn't understood that he wanted to come in. He rustled around deeply in his pocket and pulled out the spare key. He unlocked the door to his quarters and strode in, shutting the door behind him. He peered his way through the opening and his bronzed forehead creased. Why..? His feet followed his gaze and he bent down and offered her his hand. "It went fucking magnificently." his plush lips pulled back over his pearly teeth in a warm grin as he went about helping her to her feet. Looking around the room, he saw no evidence of her having had a meal. His forehead crumpled once more. "Are you not hungry?" he questioned, glancing back at her. Blinking, he went back across the room and dumped his bag on the table. From it, slipped his haul from the ship. An iphone, the jewelery... He stuffed it back inside and zipped up the bulging messenger bag.

Over his shoulder, he said to her, "You know, tonight, there is to be a celebration. You know, if you wanted to sit down here, thats fine, but there'll be drinks and we'll have loads of food..." it almost sounded as if Viggo was asking if Reese would accompany her. But no, surely not. It would be... unseemly.