Gasping for Air
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Het - Male/Female › Jack/Elizabeth
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,482
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Gasping for Air
A-N - This is a very dark fic that popped into my brain as I was watching POTC DMC again for the millionth time today. Not my usual style of writing but I thought I would give it a shot.
Let me know if i should continue this. It was meant as a one shot but I think i could make it longer, if i had the right incentives :)
Also, I own NOTHING !! Enjoy
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When she came to she noticed two things. One, she was shackled firmly to the mast, and two, it was pouring the rain. While her confused thoughts were trying to make sense of what was happening to her, he suddenly appeared, apparently out of thin air.
"Not so much fun when it's yourself shackled to the mast with no where to run to is it, love?" he sneered down at her cowering form before pulling her up to her feet by her hair. She cried out in pain and struggled against him. "Not a word from you, or I'll gag you!" he threatened, shaking her none too gently. She immediately complied.
He let her go and watched her as she shivered from the cold rain drenching her and from fear. 'Good....she should be afraid,' he thought fiercely while glaring at the woman who had vexed him so.
"Jack please, I can explain..." he put his hand over her mouth and leaned in closer to her. She could smell the rum on his breath.
"Lizzie....shut...up!" he growled before capturing her mouth with his own. The kiss was brutal, harsh, and demanding which made her struggle even more against him. He slipped his hand under her shirt to squeeze one of her breasts painfully, enjoying in her cry of pain. He pulled his hand from her shirt and wrapped both hands around her throat and began to squeeze tightly.
"How does it feel love? Knowing that any second you will breathe your last breath, and you are powerless to stop it?" he whispered into her ear as she began to gasp for breath, which only caused her to lose more precious oxygen. He kept squeezing until her eyes became unfocused before letting her slump lifeless against the mast. He looked down at her dead form and whispered, "How does it feel being murdered by the person you love?"
Elizabeth woke up with a start, her hands going automatically to her throat, and a scream trying to force its way past her lips. She looked around wildly before realizing that she was in a hammock, and most of the crew were sleeping. She sighed and settled back down onto the hammock. Another nightmare...much like the ones that had been plaguing her since she had shackled Jack to the mast of the Pearl. Tears trickled down her face as she tried to curl up as much as she could on the hammock, but it couldn't ease the guilt that was in her heart.
Elizabeth could only pray that when Jack was rescued from the locker, he could forgive her, not that it was bloody likely....
Let me know if i should continue this. It was meant as a one shot but I think i could make it longer, if i had the right incentives :)
Also, I own NOTHING !! Enjoy
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When she came to she noticed two things. One, she was shackled firmly to the mast, and two, it was pouring the rain. While her confused thoughts were trying to make sense of what was happening to her, he suddenly appeared, apparently out of thin air.
"Not so much fun when it's yourself shackled to the mast with no where to run to is it, love?" he sneered down at her cowering form before pulling her up to her feet by her hair. She cried out in pain and struggled against him. "Not a word from you, or I'll gag you!" he threatened, shaking her none too gently. She immediately complied.
He let her go and watched her as she shivered from the cold rain drenching her and from fear. 'Good....she should be afraid,' he thought fiercely while glaring at the woman who had vexed him so.
"Jack please, I can explain..." he put his hand over her mouth and leaned in closer to her. She could smell the rum on his breath.
"Lizzie....shut...up!" he growled before capturing her mouth with his own. The kiss was brutal, harsh, and demanding which made her struggle even more against him. He slipped his hand under her shirt to squeeze one of her breasts painfully, enjoying in her cry of pain. He pulled his hand from her shirt and wrapped both hands around her throat and began to squeeze tightly.
"How does it feel love? Knowing that any second you will breathe your last breath, and you are powerless to stop it?" he whispered into her ear as she began to gasp for breath, which only caused her to lose more precious oxygen. He kept squeezing until her eyes became unfocused before letting her slump lifeless against the mast. He looked down at her dead form and whispered, "How does it feel being murdered by the person you love?"
Elizabeth woke up with a start, her hands going automatically to her throat, and a scream trying to force its way past her lips. She looked around wildly before realizing that she was in a hammock, and most of the crew were sleeping. She sighed and settled back down onto the hammock. Another nightmare...much like the ones that had been plaguing her since she had shackled Jack to the mast of the Pearl. Tears trickled down her face as she tried to curl up as much as she could on the hammock, but it couldn't ease the guilt that was in her heart.
Elizabeth could only pray that when Jack was rescued from the locker, he could forgive her, not that it was bloody likely....