Captive (Part 2)
Pairings: Vane x Reader
Warnings: Swearing (likely), Captivity, Hostage...
AN: Sorry this took so long, it’s been sat on my computer for ages half finished and i just haven’t found the imagination to edit it and get it finished. I’m still not completely happy but don’t think i can change it anymore.
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You’d learnt quickly that Vane hadn’t been kidding about the large ring on your finger. It had lasted about 10 mins before you quickly took off the diamond and hid it in the only safe place you could think of, in the top of your dress.
As prisons went yours wasn’t too bad. You were being held in a tent of all places. Not you would have guessed the most secure of cells but you’d equally soon discovered you were in fact much safer in the tent than you were outside in the camp. Surrounded by the lecherous glances of pirates and philanderers. You’d very quickly decided that the tent was in fact where you wanted to be and you didn’t even require the guards outside to keep you in.
The biggest problem you had was the unbearable amount of time you had to think.
Think about everything, the lack of communication from your father, betrothed and anyone from your previous life had been expected but still you’d hoped. With the days passing though and no letters received your brain had started to flick to what exactly the pirates were going to do with you. The day you were going to find that out was soon approaching.
The front flaps of the tent were roughly pulled open and a visibly angry Captain Vane appeared in front of you.
You clasped your hands tightly into fists, nails digging into your palms as you stared at him.
Time, you guessed, was up.
“I did try to tell you…” you started softly but tapered off when burning blue eyes met your own.
“That you weren’t worth any money, yes I know that pet” he took a few quick steps forward and grabbed your arm yanking you the rest of the way into his body. “I don’t recall ever telling you though that what I wanted was money for you”
Your eyes widened at that, shock clouding your face. “What else?”
“What else indeed”
A devil’s smile took up residence on his face as he let go of your arm, you didn’t move away from him though trapped in the look in his eyes. Vane’s eyes had flicked down to your hand.
“Where’s the ring gone love?”
Your mouth had gone dry and the tone in his voice was sending some sort of tingles through your body. “I got rid of it”
“Clever girl”
Taking a deep breath, you managed to find your voice again “If not money then what do you want from me Captain Vane?”
“Finally,” the smile if anything was getting larger “a question you maybe should have asked a long time ago pet?”
“I’m asking it now”
All of a sudden the smile vanished and Vane took a step away from you. His expression had changed once more, this time he simply looked serious. Waving a hand at the bed for you to sit. When you didn’t he sighed and with a grunt of annoyance simply pushed you down as he started to pace.
You watched him curiously, unsure what exactly was going through his brain.
Charles Vane was obviously an intelligent man and from the rumours surrounding him he was also a ruthless one. Those combination of traits put together made you highly nervous about what he was planning to do about you. A stupid and violent man you could have dealt with, they were predictable. Intelligent and violent though was a different combination altogether.
“Captain?” you ventured cautiously when perhaps ten minutes had passed of nothing but his pacing.
He stopped, staring at you before apparently making up his mind about something. “There’s a ship” he started “biggest loot I’ve ever heard of, Spanish galleon carrying war gold.”
“Ok...”
“I want that ship”
“I don’t understand”
The smile was back on one corner of his mouth. “Spanish war ships are the most heavily armed ships on the seas love”
This was evidently meant to explain something to you, unfortunately it did not and you still had no clue what he wanted from you.
Apparently he gathered this from your still blank face as frustration etched itself around his eyes. “I can’t exactly sail up to them and blow them out of the water. They over power the Ranger by more guns than I’d care to count”
“I still don’t see what this has to do with me”
“Why everything pet, and even more to do with that diamond on your finger”
“The diamond?”
“You love are respectable, a lady of class and breeding, that doesn’t happen around here all that often. Do you speak Spanish sweetheart?”
A horrible feeling of apprehension was starting to settle in your stomach. “A little”
“Then I suggest you ‘find’ that ring darling, you’re going to need it”
You felt sick and even though it hadn’t been before the edge of the diamond from your ring was stabbing into the skin of your chest. “You want me to help you steal this gold”
“A nice fine lady like you would never associate with pirates after all. With you on my arm I’d be able to walk right onto that ship”
“I can’t…”
“Course you can darling” he came closer once more leaning down to cup one side of your face, his mouth close to your own. Something dark moved behind his eyes as his thumb rubbed over your bottom lip. “Otherwise I guess we’ll be finding out just what my crew would do to you when they realise you’re worthless”
The bottom dropped from your stomach as you stared at him. There was not one inch of guilt on his face. He’d do it. He’d give you over to his crew with little thought to what they’d do to you.
You had no choice.
“If I help, if you get what you want… then you’ll let me go”
“I’ll deliver you into your betrotheds waiting arms myself”
You didn’t say anything else, didn’t have to, because you both knew that you had no choice. You had no choice but to do as he said and help him. The alternative to awful to think about.
