"You lied to me." His words were cold and dripping with anger as he threw you out of his grasp.
Shrinking back into the wall, you stuttered out your words, "Wh-what do you mean?"
Arthur stepped closer to you, just as slow and calculating as Antonio had. Your breathing became heavy with fear and your (e/c) eyes widened.
He stopped at the edge of his bed, only a few feet of space remaining between the two of you, and fingered his sword's hilt. "You lied to me," he stressed the words, sounding disbelieving.
He tried to keep his tone in check. "Sit down." His words were staccato and threatening.
Gulping, you made your way over to the bed, where you sat on the edge farthest from the captain. His movements were comparable to a snake striking it's prey. He snatched your hands off of your lap and snapped them together. Taking a heavy rope from his desk, Arthur tightly bound your hands together, the pressure enough to bruise.
You winced, but made no other sound as the pirate finished tying your wrists together. When he was finished, he held them up to his face, emerald glare penetrating deep into your (e/c) eyes. "I trusted you," he hissed, "I trusted you and-" Arthur cut off, staring into your eyes with a mixture of remorse and betrayal. He threw your hands down and stormed over to the door.
His green eyes were hurt and he stood at the door, resting his hand on the doorknob. "I trusted you," he whispered before throwing open the door and slamming it shut after him.
You looked down at your bound hands. "Now what?" you asked yourself.
"Now," a voice said, causing you to snap your head up to meet the dark brown gaze of the opium dealer, "you beg."
Sighing, you planted your head in your hands. "To whom?"
Yao hummed, meandering his way to you. "To anyone. The captain, his crew. God."
The Chinese man shrugged, "Stranger things have been said."
He stood in front of you and gently took your bound hands in his own. "Right now, however," he sighed, "I think it'd be best if you just slept."
You groaned and fell back, pulling your hands from his grasp. "I've been sleeping this whole time! I don't think I'll sleep for another century!"
A wicked grin spread across Yao's dark face, "Well you could always defy the captain."
That didn't seem like a very good idea, either. Still laying on the plush bed of the captain with your (e/c) stare on the wooden planks above your head, you heard Yao walking away from you. The door opened, slowly swung just enough for the Chinese man to slip through, and clicked shut.
Your (h/l) hair had fallen around your head in a (h/c) halo. Shifting your head to the side, you stared at the greasy strands and wrinkled your nose. You needed a bath.
Rising from your spot on the bed, you suddenly became very aware of how itchy and dirty your skin felt. Unable to stand it anymore, you walked around the large room until you found a wash bowl filled with frigid water.
You lowered your head and inhaled the clean scent of fresh water. Once your hands were unbound, you'd take advantage of the clean water, but, until then, you settled for messily splashing some water on your face and rubbing your hands clean. A towel was hanging from the edge of the bowl and you carefully picked it up, patting your face dry.
Though it wasn't much, washing your face and hands did make a difference. You felt a bit healthier, that is, until your body processed the cold.
Shivering, you held your hands close to your torso and pressed your face into a plush pillow. Your teeth continued to chatter so you rolled over onto your stomach, pressing your hands under your chest.
Laying like that, you felt warmth slowly spread through to your fingertips, though your nose remained frozen. You were contemplating your next attempt at warmth when the door opened again.
Cautiously, you craned your head back.
Arthur was leaning against the shut door, hand over his face. When he dropped it, revealing tired, green eyes, you flopped back onto the bed, rigid.
You could hear his even breaths and he footsteps as he walked closer to you. The mattress shifted as he sat on the other side. Lightly, the pirate touched a hand to your lower back, but, when you stiffened at his touch, he pulled away. A heavy sigh left his lungs and he shifted again, laying down next to you.
He gently rolled you so you were facing him, but froze at what he saw. Tears pricked the corners of your (e/c) eyes and you feared what he would do next. The pirate captain bit his lip and tried not to look at your face. Very slowly and very carefully, Arthur untied the ropes binding your wrists together. As soon as you were freed, you pulled away from him and rubbed the rope burns around your wrists.
A soft touch on your shoulder sent shivers down your spine. You shook the hand off.
"(F/n)," Arthur whispered, trying once again to hold you, "(F/n), please. I'm sorry. I just-"
He must of realized that you weren't going to let him touch you, because he gave up, turning his back to you.
A silent tear rolled down your cheek while you listened to the man fall asleep.
You had to escape.