The ropes were kept on her wrists and used to bind her arms behind her back before she could even think of a way to struggle. She allowed herself to be led to the Captain's quarters through the cat calls of the crew as she kept her head down, her long locks covering her face.
When they entered what she assumed to be the Captain's quarters, she was quickly taken to a bunk, and only when she realized where in the room she was being taken did she start to panic. She made a sudden dip in her bonds, intending on twisting out of his grip, only to find her weakened-self flat on her bottom. Diego was only momentarily surprised, but had kept his grip on the ropes that bound her. Chuckling, he simply hoisted her up and half carried and half dragged her to the bunk, making quick work of tying up her wriggling form with her arms tied behind her and directly to the bed, leaving her on her sore bottom on the floor.
She glared at him as he stalked off, barely giving her a second glance as he left her alone.
She didn't offend the sailor by testing the knots she was in, but she did test out her range of motion, of which there was not much. Maybe she could get a good kick, if she was lucky enough for someone to get in range.
She had a moment to look around. The Captain's quarters was filled with different novelties, most of which she couldn't name. If she wasn't in this predicament, she would have liked some time to explore the room, she mused to herself. One wall was covered in weaponry, but of course it was far out of her reach. She recognized some of the swords, however there were curved blades she had never seen before that caught her eye. Pulling her attention away from the wall, she tried to stretch up to see what was atop his desk on the opposite end of the room, by a large window. She couldn't see much from her vantage point, but she did note that there were stacks upon stacks of letters. Could this Captain actually read? This was fairly unexpected for a pirate, so what kind of man was he?
The sound of boots entering the cabin made her draw her knees up toward her chest.
The Captain walked towards his desk and seemed to be shuffling through a few of the papers on it, ignoring her completely. Picking up a large book, he started to flip through the pages, finally stopping and then turning with a smirk towards her.
"So, unlucky girl, seems you were important enough to be worth mentioning in the Captain's log, along with a letter that must have been of some import. I wonder which letter among these will give away your purpose."
For the first time since coming aboard, she thought back to her original destiny. Did he even have the letter in those piles?
"Don't fear, little one, we've plenty of time to figure all of that out. For now, I'd start with a name. Can you write?"
She simply stared at him. He knew nothing about her. He only knew that she was wearing a dress, that at one point in time, would have symbolized having a somewhat higher standing in society. She wanted to keep his real knowledge of her at a minimum, so she simply stared.
Sighing, he walked over to her and crouched down to her level. "Look, we can do this an easy way or a hard way. I want a name, and while I know you're not going to say it, it will be much easier if you just write it down for me rather than my guessing it letter by letter. So here is the deal: you shake or nod your head in answer to my questions, or I strip you naked and parade you outside amongst the crew like a dog, and choose one of the names they throw out at you."
Monster! She tried to gather herself quickly. Surely he was jesting? But did she want to test it out now?
"Oh, you seem unsure still. I'll help."
She let out a gasp as he took out a knife and held it to her throat.
"Put your legs down, girl, flat against the floor."
She hesitated just enough for him for press the knife a little more and her legs slowly made their way to the floor.
With his other hand he grabbed the top of her dress, and without breaking eye contact, tore the top off, revealing her pale breasts.
Now she was shooting daggers at him, and much sharper than the one he held to her throat. Not one tear, he smirked inwardly.
Moving his hand to her knees he held her down and used the knife to cut away the rest of her dress, leaving only a set of bloomers underneath, which he made short work of as well.
She sat, trembling in anger, in the shards of her dress, naked before the Captain. Her hands were still bound behind her and now they were wrapped in the remains of cloth. Standing up, he moved away from her and went to a far cabinet. She watched him intently, her heavy breathing the only sound apart from his boots upon the floor. What he came back with in hand had her shaking her head viciously back and forth.
