Title: Prisoner of Love
Disclaimer: own nil except my imagination
Rating: ADULT(either way it's still gonna contain adult content)
Summary: AU. No Aliens. Liz is a Lady who is wrongfully accused and set prisoner on a pirate ship.
Author's note:Im a major AU/romance adventure kinda gal, thats the reason for this fic's theme. I have to say that it is not a 'smut' story, but there will be some lovemaking scenes-thank you
Feedback: No protest there!
P.S: I apologize for any bad spelling (i know there are some in there!)
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Part 1
"Father I will not be subjected to such foul treatment!"Liz yelled in protest.
"Foul treatment?! how on earth do you find yourself calling that foul treatment!?!" Jeff Parker yelled back at his only daughter. Liz bit back her ever rising temper and replied through gritted teeth.
"You my dear father are making me marry against my will to a man i do not love for which after i would expect myself to live a life of pure misery" she ground out, her fists clenching and unclenching. Jeff stomped his foot in anger.
"That does not equal foul treartment my dear daughter, i honestly don't understand what you find so unwanting about a marriage to a fine Lord who will no doubt offer you a happy life" Jeff's voice became softer yet nontheless angrier. Liz sighed heavily. It was getting more irritating by the time, everytime she had to confront her hard headed father about her arranged marriage to Lord Deluca. It had come to her knowledge that he was not going to relent and the only way out of it is if she ran away. That wasn't really an option though because she would never abandon what has become to be known as her life.
"Father with all do respect i am forced to disagree. I do not love Lord Deluca therefore i cannot possibly be happy and furthermore this is my life you are oh so wistfully arranging and without my consent nevertheless. I hardly think it fair, yet more likely to be foul" Liz retorted with her unsettled temper. Her face was flushed with the anger, her hair tousled from repeatedly running her hand through it with growing frustration and her silk pale green dress very crinkled from the clenching fists of her hands. At the moment they both stood at opposite sides of the large study, occupied by the tarnished woodwork and the huge mahogany desk stacked with paperwork, the large bookcase full of Oxford books and beside it the prescious green lamp that lit the office in a dim gleam.
It was the year 1881 in the remote and beautiful Florence. It was a time when men ruled the world and the women stood by them in servance. Many men were politicians and army men, while many women were protitutes or arranged wedders. Usually the wealthy were politians and marry out of convienience, and the army men usually had enough money to get by weekly,sometimes daily, pleasures of the female kind. Liz found it horrid to make a woman a mere slave, either for a moments passion or for a lifetime of loveless fortune. It simply wasn't fair and she wasn't about to be another innocent casualty it the defiant role of such.
" Elizabeth Parker you listen to me and you listen well for these words shall be the last of this topic.....you WILL mary Lord Deluca with my full blessing and you WILL commit yourself to the rightful role of a Lady. There will be no more discussion on this topic" Her father demanded in a clear pointed voice. He turned and strode over to his desk and began rummaging through the papers, signaling the end of the conversation. Liz really had to watch her temper because she turned on her heel and stomped out of the room with a loud slam of the door. Her house, or rather her mansion was built by the sea where she could watch the everlasting sunsets. In no time at all she would be hauled off to be imprisoned in the large gloomy castle of the insufferable Lord. As far as Liz knew what was about to occur a few days from now was not considered a marriage, but a binding that is nothing short of shackles and a gag.
'Oh my life is going to be hell' Liz thought with dread as she glumly as she dragged herself back to her chambers.
Throwing herself on her wide bed fit for two made her shuder at the thought of sharing one with that..man. Liz didn't understadn why they couldn't just leave her alone to her own life and let her choose her own path. If she happens to stunble upon true love on the way then so be it..it would be hte hands of fate that would bring her her true gallant, not the cold ruthless hands of her father. Liz buried her face in her soft pillow and growled in frustration. She knew her father was better than ruthless and that he only wishes what's best for her but the constant demands made on her to behave like an obedient daughter surelt test her temper indeed.
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"Captain!" cried one of the ship mates aboard the 'Cruella' as he rushed down below deck to fetch his captain. Entering a large room with a big round table that had maps and ink all over it, he came to a halt at the two men that seemed to be in a heated conversation.
"Yes Wimsey?" the captain also known as Max, turned his brown eyes to the man in a questionable look.
"We caught sight of a ship a few miles away captain...what do we do?" Wimsey asked with excitement in his voice. He and the others were certainly hoping for another good catch to add more to the booty.
"Do you know who it belongs to?" Max's companion stood and faced him.
"It's another one of them merchant ships, probably carrying food and wine" Wimsey answered Michael who was Max's first mate and partner in crime. Max turned a thoughtful gaze to him.
"Well what do you think?" Max asked him, totally ignoring Wimsey as if his opinion meant nothing. Michael's brows furrowed as he examined the subject carefully in his mind. After what seemed like eternity he met Max's gaze and shook his head.
"It's probably heading towards land to unload. We'll be too close to the approaching city for comfort. I say we simply head to shore ourselves, obtain our own food and wine..and perhaps anything else we wish then head back out." Michael stated his opinion yet kept the authority out of his tone for though he was first-mate..the captain had the final say. Max regarded it for a while before nodding.
"I am inclined to agree. Besides we all could use some solid land beneath our feets after a month at sea. Good thinking Michael" Max gave him a small appriciative smile which Michael treasured for he knew that a mere smile from Max was considered a miracle. Max was nothing short of tempermental, rough, arrogant and sometimes cold.....though he did have his good side. The ship mates wished they'd have more of it though.
"As you wish captain. We shall set anchor in Florence in about an hour" Wimsey informed his superiors and hurried back up on deck.
Part 2
Liz awoke with a start. It took her a moment to recognise her surroundings and groaned. Climbing out of bed she idily walked to the window and noticed that the full moon lit the starry sky and illuminated crowded streets of late night partiers. Oh how she wished she could act as carefree and spirited as them. Ofcourse she did have an idea of what precisely goes on in hte crowded streets of lights and heads. The men went out to drink, dance, fight and get pleasured, while the women went out to offer men drinks, dance for them, fight over them and pleasure them. Liz did find the matter unthinkable but coudln't help but feel the excitement. No man has ever dared look at her, touch her, speak to her or even desire her without her father's permission. Liz gave a shudder. ' Damn you father for having such a hold on my life' she thought bitterly. Turning away from the window she made her way to the door and creaked it open. The halls were empty. Liz guessed they would be all asleep. ' Perfect' Liz thought with a sly smile.
She decided that if she was about to be engaged to a life of uttmost respectability yet uttmost misery, she should at least have one night of wild exploration. Liz knew she was gambling with more than her life by stepping out late at night , unescorted , but also with the wrath of her father if he finds out.
"He won't" she assured herself in a whisper.
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After anchoring thier ship in a safe place the ship mates made it offboard. It was just after midnight and as they approached the city they could see the nightlife buzzing about.
"Looks like we made it just in time for some fun" Michael commented as they walked down the main street observing shops, full restuarants and clubs.
"Ok boys you can disperse from here but be sure to be back by six sharp am i clear?" Max asked them in an authorative voice. They all nodded and left their captain's side while Michael stayed by his side.
"Let's go" he said and htey both took off walking towards the biggest club they could find and entered. Card tables were full off gambling men, some playing serious bets and others are laughing with half naked women on their laps. On one side a stage was set up with dancers and on the other a bar. On mutual agreement they both headed to the bar and took the two empty seats. The barman eyed them curiously but they needn't have worried because they would be very hard to recognise at night with drunks all around.
"What'll ya have?" the barman asked while wiping the counter with a piece of rag....which looked dirtier than the counter itself. Before they could order a voice interrupted.
"He'll have a whiskey on the rocks" Michael and Max turned around to see a small blond with green eyes and red lips and a very nice body that fit her petite outfit, showing off a good amount of cleavage and stomach and smooth thighs. Michael was drooling but Max wasn't much of a blond man though he appreciated the view so he turned around and left the floor for Michael to handle.
"I'm not so sure i want that" he told her while eyeing her up and down. She put a hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow.
"Well then what would you like?" she asked with an amused tone.
"You" he simply said and before she could object he snaked his hand around her waist and pulled her to him in a wet yet sensual kiss. After they pulled back she stared dazely at him. His spiky blond hair gave him a wild complexion, his lean body gave him a strong one and that smirk gave him a 'don't wanna get invovled look' which she found quite apetizing.
"Good choice" she said as she took his hand and began guiding him to a private room. Before they were out of sight she stopped and turned to Max.
"Hey, so you don't feel left out i can get you one" she called out to him. Max looked at her and smirked. He saw Michael bend and whisper something in her ear and watched as her lips formed an 'oh'. Then he saw the blond give someone behind him a look and they both continued on with their journey. Before Max knew it a light tap on his shoulder forced him to turn around and be face to face with a another blond. She on the other hand had short bouncy curls, deep blue eyes and a very petite form which was more curved than the other one.
"Hi. I heard you could use a little fun tonight" she purred seductively as she moved her hips to be closer to him. Max watched her full red lips as they moved. His eyes drifted downward as he examined her. Her breasts were too big, her waist too tiny, and her legs too short. All in all she was the typical whore. His eyes went back to her face. They stared at each other for a few minutes before his hand flew out and gripped a breast squeezing it strongly, letting out a yelp of pain from her. He didn't bother to apologize and began kneading it, while locking eyes with her, till her nipple hardened beneath the fabric.As soon as he noticed he assulted it by pinching it and rolling it between his finger as it grew even harder, all the time watching her reaction. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing shallowly. He instantly grew hard and wanted to relieve himself as soon as possible. Without waiting to be in private he yanked her to him, kissed her hard and plopped her on his lap as she straddled him. As his savage assult on her lips continued one of his hand moved to cup her breast and the other moved lower to inspect her readiness. As soon as he touched her his fingers were immediately covered with her slickness. When he inserted a finger she moaned loudly and rubbed herself against his hand and groin which emmited a growl from him. He removed his finger from her and moved it to his breeches. Managing to just pull out his erection, and being grateful she was wearing a skirt with no underwear, he led it to her entrance and plunged into her with no remorse. A yelp emmitted from her then a gasp. She moved to look into his eyes.
"God you're HUGE" she remarked with awe as she felt him fill her completely. He didn't answer only grabbed her hair, pulled her head back making her breasts jut forward and began sucking on a nipple with no mercy as he started to move within her. Following him she began to raise her hips up and down trying hard not to cry out in pain from the way he savagely ravished her. Max didn't want to go steady so he released his grip on her hair and moved both his hands on her hips and watched his shaft disappear in and out of her tight wetness in lightning speed. Panting he didn't wait for her to reach her brink but settled on satisfying his own first so with one last plunge he came.
"Ahhhhh" he grunted as his body spasmed. The vibration from his shaking triggered her own release as she climaxed .
"oh MY!" she yelled jerking through it all as she felt him soften inside her. Max, feeling relieved pushed her off him and refastened his breeches, gave her one last hard kiss, smirked as a thanks and disappeared into the crowd before she even came down from her high. ' Yep, defanitely not a blond man' he thought as he headed to the card tables.
"What a man!" she breathed.
Part 3
Drawn to the crowded card tables Max found himself amidst a band of greedy and ruthless players that would nondoubtedly play for their lives. Max loved those kinds of games for their intensity and unpredictable outcomes. Once he had witnessed a foolish gambler have his ring finger cut off as payment for his loss. It did not frighten him away though for Max was never one to lose and also never one to deny a dangerous challenge. Finding an empty seat through the thick fog of smoke he took his place among several other men. Max observed them and noted how serious they are as they stared with a blank expression on their faces so not to give away their cards. A few were thrown to him as a sign of their acceptance in their game. Taking them Max eyed them carefully and smiled brilliantly inside. It was a lucky hand he had and he knew he should give up full payment upon the table. Reaching for the belt that held up his straight and deadly sword he pulled out a sack and threw it in the middle of the table in a sign of his own acceptance to join. The brown sack jingled and fell half open revealing a dozen cold coins. He could almost feel the drool on his own skin and he was instantly filled with pride for his richness no matter the way he obtained it.
The game progressed and Max was on his last play. As it appeared luck had not gone with him throughout the ordeal and left him reaching for his second sack. As his hand manuevered to his back it froze in place and his eyes widened when he felt no roughness or weight upon his fingers. Shock was immediately replaced with rage and he stood up so quickly the chair he sat on flew through the air . Max saw from the corner of his eyes the displeased memebers rising but he paid them no attention for his eyes simply roamed wildly across the club for any sign of the robber. Max knew he'd never find him and that he was in trouble with the now angry men, yet suddenly as if by chance his gaze fell upon a cloaked shadow that seemed to linger by rich prospects. ' Just like me' he thought angrily. Giving the players no other thought he furiously pushed his way against the crowd intent to get even.
He saw the cloacked person raise their head and look his way. Without warning he bolted in the opposite direction and Max was hot on his heels. During his chase Max saw a disshelved Michael coming out of a cornered door with the young green-eyed whore not far behind. They both seemed to be glowing and Max couldn't help but for a moment to smirk. Michael noticed Max's angry look and furious strides, so by drawing his own conclusion he brought 'Maria' she told him her name was , kissed her hard savoring her taste, whispered a haste good bye and ran to tally the shipmates for he knew there was trouble.
Maria knew she would most probably never see him again but the feelings for him were too strong to deny and she vowed they'd meet again...somehow. "Our paths will cross again my rugged pirate, be sure of that" she whispered to his retreating figure.
Max saw the cloaked robber dart into a dark corner and he followed suit. No sooner had he turned did he slam right into him . Fury and truimph filled his eyes as he grabbed hold of his thief. He would make him pay dearly for sure.
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Liz wandered for a while trying to keep a low profile on her identity. She didn't think the jungle was as wild as the animals she walked past in the street. Her heart was pounding against her breast and her pulse was racing in excitement. She didn't know which feeling to revel in.She noticed the men, drunk and sober either talking merrily with their companions or holding a woman close to their bodies. Liz shivered and held her cloak closer to her body. It was indeed a hot night yet the need to keep herself concealed kept her from going practically naked if she could. Sweat began to break her skin and she decided it was time to refresh herself with a cool drink. She noticed many going into a certian restuarant that looked to be described more like a club. She chose to enter this one for the seemingly appriciative cusotomers. Liz's heart immidiately constricted at her mistake. Men lay everywhere with women sprawled against them. Even in the card game area Liz noticed was a man who had a red haired and half naked woman on his lap as he kneaded her bare breast with no shame. The woman seemed to be enjoying it too Liz noted.
Liz did not understand it but the realization of what this place is made her blood boil inside to make her cheeks flush and outside to make her nipples harden and obtain a moistness between her legs. Liz did not like that feeling at all and decided to seek her refreshment elsewhere. Pulling the constricting cloak more tightly against her she began to make her way out when she found herself slammed into a hard object. Opening her eyes Liz took note of the wide broad and definitely hard chest that had previously been in contact with her face. Before she could look up to gaze upon the holder of such a fine body a pair of large hands gripped at her and shook her violently. Liz tried to scream but the shock was overwhelming so she looked up to stare at her assailent. The club was remotely dark so she could hardly describe him other than being tall, with brown hair, angrily thinned yet full lips that Liz had the sudden crazy erge to kiss and a pair of dark eyes that pinned her with what seemed to be a truimphent look.
Liz was confused now more that afeared. Perhaps the man mistakened her for someone else she thought. That fear soon rose back when he gripped her arm and began to drag her outside while stating with the most warming yet frightening voice she ever heard " I have you now cloaksman thief and you shall pay".
Part 4
Liz's heart was going a mile a minute. Here she was being dragged away by a complete stranger who thought her a thief and she could not find her voice to even deny the alligations. His strong hand was wrapped painfully around her wrist and as she tried to pull away it only served her to be jerked forward. As soon as they exited the club the moonlight along with the nightlights bathed her abductor's form clearly and Liz almost lost her breath. Tall with broad shoulders and brown hair that fell across his forehead he seemed quite the man.
Liz shook her head in frustration. She was not supposed to be thinking these thoughts right now. Right now she had to think of what her father would do when he found her gone, right now she had to think of what that stranger would do to her, and right now she had to think if her life would ever be the same again. That final thought scared and she she finally found her strength and jerked at his hand. The surprise of the pull caught him offguard and his hand released her. The moment his grip loosened Liz stopped abruptly and turned to bolt away from him. She had only ran a few feet however before she found herself surrounded by a bunch of other men. They looked as if they'd pounce on her at the slightest movement. That scared Liz even more. They looked angry and since Liz still had her hood on they could not possibly know that she was but a defenseless woman. Slowly she turned back around only to become face to face with her captor's eyes. Goodness they were mesmerizing!
'NO' Liz scolded herself in her head. But perhaps if she met this man under different circumstances........her train thought was interrupted by a lightning grip og his big hands went around her small wrist once again. He jerked her close enough for her to feel his breath on her face.
"Do not try that again cloaksman theif. I warn you for my men will not hesitate....." he left the sentence unfinished leaving her to conclude the rest for herself, then he suprised her by pulling her closer still and hissing " and neither will i ". Liz swallowed convuslively. She wondered if she should tell him who she was right now and have this whole mess cleared up. Obviously some person who wore a similiar cloak had stolen from him and he mistaken her for that person.'Yes ofcourse that must be it, i'll just clear the whole thing up" she thought but before she could speak a word she was being hauled off once again into the night. At first she hadn't thought of were they were going, but right now as she glanced ahead she could only see a drak trail, yet as she sniffed the air she noticed it as salt. The port! they were going to the prt! 'but why?' Liz thought curiously. Surely he would think better to take her to the police.
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As soon as Max had grabbed his criminal's wrist a strange sensation of heat spread from his hand to his entire body. It left him confused and as he pulled him away into the night he contemplated it. Too lost in thought he was caught by surprise when he tried to escape. Giving him that warning seemed wrong to him for some reason and Max didn't know why. It was as if threatening this cloaksman was not a highly intelligent thing to do.
However shrugging the feeling off he gripped at the wrist again and ignored the heating sensation again. Perhaps it was simply caused from his anger? ' yes ofcourse' he thought rationally and he would make sure to make his theif pay for his crime. Since he couldn't take him to the law, knowing that he would be hanged himself, he decided to create his own punishment. First he would take him back to the ship, then he would demand his money back and after he would probably give him a wipping or some sort of painful deed and let him go before the ship sails.
His crew was right behind him when they reached the dock where their giant ship lay. Max turned his head and his gaze landed on Michael who came forward in acknowledgement. Without even being asked Michael answered his question.
"All here and accounted for" he stated and Max nodded his head in approval.
"Good then let's go!" he ordered and the men scrambled about climbing aboard and getting about their work. Max walked tentively to the narorw ladder and contemplated how to get them both up there without trouble. He glanced thoughtfully at what he considered his temporary prisoner and looked him up and down. The cloak still shielded his face so Max could not make out his expression. Was he scared? was he angry? was he smiling with a ready plan to escape?.
Max didn't like the last thought. He gave him a more thorough look this time and noticed that this man's figure was quiet small, almost like a woman oddly enough. Max's eyes went back to the hidden face. Without second thought he moved in and wrapped his arms around him and hauled him upon his shoulder. 'Surprisingly light as well' Max thought curiously. Max concluded that he must be dealing with no man, but a young boy, for all blossoming men looked to have a certain woman's complexion. Even he was one.
As soon as he had placed the young boy securely on his shoulder a soft, barely audible gasp emmited from him which Max chose to ignore and began ascending the ladder to the deck Once there he dropped the boy ungracefully to the ground with a thud and without giving him time to gain balance began to pull him to his cabin below.
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When the man swiftly pulled her onto his shoulder Liz couldn't help but gasp in surprise. The fear was still there but now it was frightfully replaced by excitement. Who would have thought that lady Elizabeth Parker who was to marry Sean Deluca and become the richest and most respected woman in Florence would be sneaking out in the middle of the night, accused of being a theif in an indecent restuarant and being abducted by a stranger and carried off to his ship. It was rather adventuressly exciting in a way. Liz remained as still as she could as they went up the ladder yet whenever she glanced down to where her eyes would only allow her to see she couldnt' help but notice this stranger's buttocks. Liz blushed and scloded herself again for her train of thoughts. Before she knew it she was roughly let down from his strong shoulder and she landed heavily onto the wooden deck.She had time to regain her balance or even glance up to view her surroundings before she was being dragged away once more.
A few seconds later she realized they were about to descend some steps. She successfully climbed down the first few but his insistant pull made her lose her balance and she lost her footing and felt herself fall against him. She expected to feel herself slam into him so she closed her eyes before the impact.....but it didn't come and she felt two large hands gripping at her shoulders. Slowly opening her eyes she found herself staring into his own. Her heartbeat quickened it's pace and her breath caught in her throat.
"Watch it" he said in an irritated and impatient voice and then turned back around to continue their journey down. After the steps Liz realised they were walking through a narrow hallway and not long after they had stopped and her stranger had opened a door with his free hand and shoved her forcefully inside. Liz quickly turned around when she heard the click of the door. The room was dimly lit by a solitary candle so she could not see much of the room but she could definitely see him as he walked towards her rather menacingly.
Looking her up once again like he did before they boarded the ship he said "Now let us see your face theif" and reached with his hand to tug away her cloak. Liz jumped and moved away. Her move however she noticed did not please her captor for he stepped forward and before she could pull away he had grabbed at her hood and shoved it down.
Part 5
Max just stared. His gaze fixed upon his thief. A woman. His grip immediately loosened and he stumbled back in shock. The first thought that pushed through his shock and confusion was that he had just kidnapped a woman. He studied her features closely. She had a curtain of long brown silky hair that was sticking out of a tight band making it look like she just got out of bed, maybe even ravished. Then he saw her lips. A sensual red combined with an inoccent pink. A mouth made for kissing yet never had it been kissed. His eyes moved down to her body. So petit and slender.
He could not see much from beneath the cloak so without thinking his hand shot out and snatched it off her. She gave a soft gasp. Curves in all the right places. Perfect breasts fit to lay in his palm, a small waist for his huge arms to circle and long slender legs made for him to run his hands over from her sweet little toes to her hard thighs as he reached her most prized femininity.
Max grew hard. The sudden intrusion upon his senses knocked him back to reality and he moved even farther away so she won't see his throbbing erection. he shook his head to clear it and looked up to meet her possessing brown eyes. She was frozen, watching him, as if planning and plotting. She has not spoken and that worried him for it looked like she had something to say.
"Speak woman. It is your due" he said harshly wrapping the cloak into an angry ball and throwing it on the floor. He gave the mysterious woman a look that was supposed to promt her to speak yet she said not a word and only stared right back. This angered Max even more. For not only was she not speaking but she was a woman and a thief.
"Has another stolen your tongue as you have stolen my gold theif?!" he demanded and was rewarded with a widening of eyes and another small gasp. She walked backwards slowly until she hit the wall. Her eyes widened even more.
"I a-am n-not a th-theif"" she stuttered crossing her arms trying to protect herself.
"Do not deny it wench, it will do you no good" he said and walked menacingly towards her. He was only a kiss away.
"What do you want from m-me?" Liz asked fearfully, trying to tilt her head back to avoid his gaze but knowing she'd only succeed in bringing their lips even closer. Abruptly he moved away.
"I want my money wench!" he yelled.
" I do not have it" she replied weakly. He came forward again.
"Do not lie theif. Give me my money NOW!" this time his voice sounded like a boom for all those shipmates to hear and Liz knew that if she screamed for help no one would come for her.
"Please sir. I honestly do not know. You have mistaken me for i am not the theif you percieve me to be" Liz answered with a much surprisingly calm voice. He must've beenshocked aswell because for a moment he stared at her then he approached her. His face grew close to her own as he towered over her.
"A sneaky little creature aren't you. You seek my leniency yet i offer you none. You will submit to me and my demands and i demand my gold." he spoke low.
Liz could not help but feel her short temper rising and she cursed her loose tongue,"I will not submit to you, you cruel villian. If you had not noticed you just kidnapped me for no apparent reason because i have no idea what gold you speak off!"and now she wished she could take it all back.
Max pulled back startled but then a sand storm filled his eyes and without another thought he snatched her wrist and threw her across the bed she had not noticed before. For all Liz saw was him. Max came atop her while she was still shocked but Liz had managed to restore some of her focus and before either of them knew it she bought her legs up and kicked him off her. He was a very large and muscular man so Liz knew it was only the element of suprise that caught him off guard. Either way though she did not abuse her chance and quickly lept to her feet and ran across the room to the door.
Her hand had just touched the knob when she felt her feet give out beneath her. She fell to the ground with a painful thud. Liz felt the hands on her ankle and knew that he had tripped her. She twisted to get out of his grasp but her grabbed her hands as she turned on her back and locked them above her. He lay fully atop her now panting and gazign at her furiously. No matter how much she tried she could not help but feel the exquisiteness of his hard body pressed tightly against her, crushing her. The feeling was soon forgotten however when he rose a few inches atop her to pin her with a menacing glare.
"Were you a man, i would hit you" he hissed. Liz raised her head to meet him challengingly.
"As you can see i am a woman, what shall you do now?" she asked with more confidence than she felt. He only chuckled bitterly. His large hand moved to cup and stroke her cheek, his eyes following the movement intently. Liz froze, feeling the warmth of his skin seeping into hers. She realized that she had stopped breathing and immediately took in a breath. Except it came out as a gasp because right then his fingers had lightly grazed her lips.
" You my sweet theif have stolen from me and now you shall be my prisoner until you hand me back my money...until then you are mine" he whispered into her ear and looked back up to gauge her reaction. 'Mine' such a reaction would have stirred the passion of a woman in heat but the only passion that stirried within Liz at the moment was her outrage.
"Prisoner!?! are you insane! I demand you release me at once" she screamed and struggled to be free of his hands. But he held her strong. Liz couldn't believe it. She was falsely accused of being a theif and she is to beheld prisoner for it. It was simply unacceptable. Her father would send an army to raid his ship and rescue her.
"I assure you, iam not insane...simply..shall we say making sure your debt against me is paid to the fullest" he explained almost casually as if the fact that she lay beneath him, totally vunerable did not effect him in any way. At that moment Liz panicked. For through the haze of the entire ordeal she had forgotten that, now that, that pirate had decided to take her captive, her vitrue was at stake. The question was......would he rape her?[/img]
