Enduring the Storm

Chapter 18 Get Changed

Brooke's POV

The Captain stomps across the room to me before slapping me with the back of his hand. I gasp out in shock before he pulls my jacket off, throwing it to the ground. I try to grab for it but he hits my hand away with the blade of his sword, then pushes me over his desk as I try to turn around to face him. But before I can he then swipes his sword across my back as it slashes through my shirt, making contact with my skin, giving my back a wound it never anticipated. I yell out in pain as I grab the desk for support, I feel his hands gripping the open edges of my shirt, ripping it apart before throwing the pieces forward as they fall down my arms, but still holding on to them.

"I gave you a chance this is your fault.. I don't deal with fighting or attitude." he snaps at me as he reaches around me, taking the waist of my pants into his hands as he pulls them down. I elbow his face before he punches my side, I try to fight his grip but it doesn't work. I flip around as I shove him back, but he just slaps me, as he puts his sword blade across my entire throat, causing me to freeze again. His other hand pulls each boot off, then my pants, throwing all of them to the floor one by one. He touches over my stomach and bottom of my bra, but I slap his hand away. His fingers don't waver, they just latch onto my thong strap almost instantly as he pulls it out to snap it. I jump with that as he stares at it curiously. "I don't know what these undergarments are but I like them, less hassle and ties to deal with."

I push him back as he chuckles like this is some sort of game. He turns around and grabbing something before turning back to throw a a wad of cloth at me. I take it letting most of it fall as it exposes a dress. "Get dressed." he demands from me again as I take the dress almost willingly, not wanting to be naked in front of this man any longer than I already have. I don't know what he plans to do or will do with me, but I do know that I don't want any part of it. So I turn away from him with the dress in hand. I step into it, pulling it up, while I try to cover as much of my exposed skin with the dress that he gave me. This is an old fashioned dress and heavy as hell because of the materials, which will make it hard to move around in, but that won't stop me.

I get it up and putting the sleeves over my arms, as I feel his fingertips trailing from the bottom of my exposed back and up. That infuriates me as I try to hit his hand away, but he shoves me forward, into the desk before pressing himself into me from behind, as he tightens the strings on the back of the dress. He pulls them tight, taking the breath from my lungs, but not in a good way. I hold onto the desk tight as if it is my crutch while he torments me with his presence and strength. When he finishes, I sit straight up, but he doesn't let me turn around, staying pressed against me and still pinning me between him and the desk.

I groan out trying to push, but it doesn't work as I feel him kissing over my shoulder that is now exposed. I shake off his lips, causing him to laugh. He must really like the fight. "This is a fun game but I know I will grow tired of it." he says this sounding like a warning, but I don't say anything back to him. He takes me by my waist and flips me around, still leaning on me, I try to push him away with my hands placed firmly on his chest. I let the look of disgust fill my features on my face as I continue to try to push him away. He reaches for something in his boot as he quickly reveals a knife, playing with it in his hands before putting the tip into my throat.

It hurts as he pushes the blade into my skin, with no remorse and a smile on his face. He keeps playing this taunting game as he swipes the knife making my neck sting as he says a playful "whoops." I glare at him clenching my teeth, and gripping something into my hand but I don't know what, all I can feel is that it is heavy. but he sees this as he pushes me back with the knife on the other side of my throat. "Now, now, now Miss Brooke.. don't start something you can't finish." he threatens more as I drop it and whimper out making his smile grow before the door to his cabin swings open.

It's Owen, he has food with him on a tray, but looks worried as he stares over at the two of us with the captain and his knife to my throat. The Captain swipes the knife away again, cutting another part of my neck as I whimper out feeling the stinging of the next open wound I have accumulated in this small span of time. "Dinner is here." He says this with excitement before turning away from me as if this never even happened. "Clean her up and let's have dinner. I am starving."

Owen's POV

I set the food down onto the table before I notice that William is looking at me as if I am stupid while he has a seat in his chair. "Owen? I need your help.. clean her up.. she needs to look presentable before she can sit here at my table." I hate it when he talks to me like this but it doesn't happen often, just when there is anyone new. Normally he treats me pretty equally, but apparently this is not the moment for that. I clench my teeth as I nod at him before walking over to her. I feel bad for her she looks mad and even scared which she should be for her own survival.

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I watch her eyes look away from me quickly exposing the blood running down her neck. She lets out a wavering breath as I watch her eyes tear up. But she doesn't complain once, which is probably in her best interest. But seeing some of the fire being taken from her eyes is something that pulls at my heart strings. That's one of the most attractive parts of her is her fight.. she puts up a challenge and I don't mind stepping up to a challenge.

Not saying that she isn't attractive in other ways, because she is beautiful, and something different that I haven't seen before.. she looks like she is from somewhere completely different than here by what she wears and how she acts.. and it gives me a curiosity wanting to know more about her.. while knowing that all the while that I can't find out the answers to those question. She is off-limits, she is William's now and we all know what happens when we take something that is his.. Without going into too much detail, I'll just say it is not good for anyone involved.

Her fight is attractive, but so is her alluring aura, it is absolutely captivating, I think stunning is a better description since she makes me feel like I don't know how to react just by being in her presence, almost shocked in place. She seems to be astonighing in so many ways and I have only been into contact with her for a few short moments, but I can tell you that I know for a fact I won't forget a single second spent. It's makes me feel as if I am losing my mind.

I was surprised when I first saw her in the tribes hold, I was in a type of confusion and shock. Not shocked that she was with them, because they are who we get the slaves we sell from, since they accumulate slaves from all over the place, giving us a good variety to pick from.. But completely shocked because I think the hook to latch, then reel me in was her eyes. They looked as if they are shining or glowing like the gold coins on my person. Then seeing all the fight in her was all I needed to see just to get turned on.

I never even knew that I liked that in a woman until she sassed Captain without hesitation, then fought me without a second thought. Which I felt was unlike me to be attracted to, and what I haven't ever liked in the past. Maybe she is a witch like William stated since she has this unspoken hold on me.. What other reason could she have to effect me like that when being a complete stranger? Your guess is as good as mine at this point. I keep my eyes locked on her as I grab a rag, getting it wet then reaching over, under her chin wiping away a drip of dried blood, following it up until I wipe it away from the bottom of her neck.

Her skin glistens as I inch a little closer, using my hand to tilt her chin up to get a better look at her open wounds, she swallows the lump in her throat as she looks up at me. "Hurry it up Owen.. I don't want to eat alone." William demands this of me as I swipe more blood away as she hisses out in pain before she swipes away my hand. I understand why but we have to do what the Captain wants if we don't want to have any more issues tonight.

I reach out to do it again as she sniffles then swipes my hand away again but then I stop this fight by catching her hand, just to see that there are a couple of fresh cuts that are starting to heal on that arm. My fingertips trail over the cuts as stare for a moment before looking up to see she is staring right back at me.

I quickly look away letting go of her arm as I use the tip of the hankercheif to wipe away the rest of the fresh blood on her neck. I can't help but to notice her heiving clevage as she looks up at me. I try to keep my eyes off of them but it's hard when they are practically calling to me just as much as her eyes are. I wipe away every last bit of blood for good measure before going straight to her arm to clean those cuts up as well. I stop cleaning up the wounds as we stare for longer than we probably should before I hear William saying, "Doesn't she look so much better now?" Her and I lock our gazes automatically, "She looked.. enticing.. either way." I say softly to him before looking away from her but I can feel her eyes still on me.

I can feel My Captain's eyes on me as well and I won't do anything to get on his bad side. I step away from her as I extend my arm out showing her she is good to head over to the table where the food has been placed. She slowly walks past me in this burgundy velvet dress that just shows elegance all over it, I have no idea why the captain has it but I won't question it. The sound of it moving across the floor as she walks over to the table is just as enticing as she looks.

I pull the chair out for her, getting not just her attention but Captain William's as well. I can feel his gaze boring into me while she sits as I slowly push her chair in. I look up at him as he curiously stares over at me, so I just keep my head lowered as I turn and leave the room before I get myself in trouble for staring too long. I shut the door behind me as I suck in a sharp breath of the fresh, cool night air. I shake my head trying to get rid of her form my mind but it doesn't seem to work.

From her tenasity, to her humor and even beauty.. she is something that is hard to forget. But the number one thing that just keeps radiating throughoout my thoughts is her bright golden eyes that seem to call to me. When she stares up at me, it is as if she punched me in the gut taking the air from my lungs. I have never had an electricity between me and a woman like this before, but I could feel the sparks between us and I think she can too.. But I know what is about to happen with her and I know that nothing can happen between us even if we wanted it to. So I need to forget about her before I get us both killed.

I walk to the edge of the ship holding onto the wood as I stare out at the waves crashing into the boat. My eyes bounce around to every moving wave making sure there is nothing causing it to move. I can see there is nothing out in the open water yet but as we have found out over the years, that means nothing because there is plenty under the water surface to be afraid of, even if there is nothing atop of it. The sound of the wind and waves is all that seems to calm me now a days, and will be my relief until my last. I sit out here for hours trying to think of anything but her and it slightly works.