tw: past noncon, conditioning, whump, generally a bad time for all,
@iinelvctable
She wasn’t chained, and that was the most terrifying thing.
Oh, she was locked up like some animal, as she deserved of course, restricted to the aquarium (what kind of pirate ship needed an aquarium) and removed of any possible items she could use to hurt herself others. But for whatever reason they hadn’t decided to shackle her, and they certainly hadn’t forced a collar around her throat. She felt rather empty without it. It wasn’t right, she didn’t deserve such freedom. The pirates should have punished her by now for her insolence, for how pathetic she looked, for daring to try to escape and find her way back to her master.
But that wasn’t the only reason she felt empty. A plate of food was placed on the seats in the middle of the room, turned cold already. It was provided by the blond-haired member of the pirates, who’d settled it down and left after some words that she could not recall. It certainly wasn’t permission.
She stared at the plate for hours, mouth watering. She couldn’t eat - not yet. They hadn’t hurt her yet. They hadn’t - she wasn’t being used. No one was pinning her down and making her bleed, telling her what a worthless slut she was.
Was this a form of torture for them? They did hate her, of course. Why would they do this if they didn’t? So it must have been her punishment; for leaving them, for being with them, for burdening them so. She felt herself cowering in a corner of the room and whimpered.
She wasn’t used to spreading her legs for anyone but her master and her saviour. But - she was hungry. Oh, so hungry. She hadn’t eaten for days, no matter how many meals they’d set in front of her, because she knew if she ate them without permission first she would hurt. She would be punished. She didn’t want to be punished.
The door clicked open, and one of the pirates walked into the room. Without thinking, she half-crawled, half-rushed to them, bowing before their body and shaking violently. Scum like her belonged here, bowing in front of her master. Was this her new master? She didn’t know.
“Ple...a se.” Her voice was hoarse from lack of use, having only just recently gotten the ability back to talk. “You can use m me… you can - you can hurt me… you can f-fuck me however you like. Just, please let me eat.”
