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Not Old, Alone, Or Done For	By : onecelestialbeing Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 9343 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Running without stopping, Wendy paid no heed to the fact that she was going back through the dark port unaccompanied. The look in Hook's eyes had terrified her, and even still she was unable to make her body stop quivering.

Too distracted to give any thought as to a destination, Wendy hadn't noticed the deserted grounds of the town.

"Heavens above child, and what are you doing out here all by your lonesome this time of night!" came a familiar voice. Looking up, Wendy saw Miss Grace from the perfume store staring wide eyed at her. Hastily wiping the tears from her cheeks, Wendy opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. "Don't worry about it dearie, come along," the older woman said, putting an arm around Wendy's shoulder and ushering her along.

Walking the short distance to Miss Grace's shop, the woman took out a key ring and unlocked the door. Following her up through a narrow set of steps, Wendy found herself in a flat above the shop. Miss Grace told Wendy to sit anywhere, and she disappeared into a little area off the sitting room.

After lighting the many lamps around the room, Miss Grace poured went over to a trolley and uncorking a glass decanter filled two small glasses with an amber liquid. "Here you are dearie, you look as if you could use it," the woman told her as she sat down across from Wendy.

"What is it?" she asked, eyeing the glass curiously.

"Just a drop of sherry, twill help you sleep tonight," Miss Grace said with a wink as she tossed back her own glass in a single swallow.

Tentatively sipping at the liquid, Wendy found that it had a pleasant taste and soon finished the little glass. Noticing the empty glass, Miss Grace refilled Wendy's along with her own and the two sipped in silence.

Despite the warm glow that was coming over her, Wendy felt a bit awkward at the situation. "Oh, I did enjoy the perfume, thank you," she said trying to fill in the uncomfortable silence.

"Ah! What did I tell you," Miss Grace bellowed. "Did you find yer fella?"

Wendy lowered her eyes a bit, shaking her head slightly.

"Don't worry about it dearie, a pretty thing like you is bound to have'm lined up." Miss Grace then heaved herself up from her chair, yawning loudly. "Well love, I'm tuckered. You can stay here tonight; it wouldn't be proper for you to be traipsing about those streets alone right now."

Miss Grace led Wendy to a small room at the back of the flat. "The washroom is out here and to your right," she gestured with a lacquered finger. "Good night dear."

"Goodnight Miss Grace, thank you," Wendy said watching as the woman turned down the hall.

After Miss Grace left, Wendy sat on the small bed in the bare room. It nearly rivaled the one she'd been confined to at the asylum, save for the tattered lace curtains and what appeared to be a vase of drooping flowers on a vanity across the room.

Shutting the bedroom door, Wendy slipped out of her cloak and dress and draped the items on the back of the vanity chair. It felt strange to be climbing into an unknown bed, especially one that had thin sheets that barely held in any warmth. Shivering and clad only in her camisole and petticoat, Wendy got out of the bed and pulled the large velvet cloak back off the chair. Getting back into bed, she draped it over the thin sheets and huddled beneath everything.

Her mind went back to the events of the past few hours and soon she felt tears trickling down her face and onto the pillow. Turning over onto her side, Wendy buried her face beneath the pillow as uncontainable sobs wracked her body. Fighting to keep her cries muffled by the pillow, Wendy soon fell into an uneasy sleep.

...

The next morning Hook lifted his head from his desk. Swearing inwardly, he realized that he had a hangover that rivaled any one he'd previously experienced. Desperate to rid his mouth of its foul taste, he looked around his desk to see if his goblet was there with any leftover Muscat.

Frowning when he saw many of the items strewn and scattered about, Hook sat back in his chair. He was still clad in the previous evening's outfit, although his boots were to the side of the desk. Turning towards the bed, the captain was slightly dumbfounded to find that Wendy wasn't there, nor had she slept in the bed as it was still neatly made as she'd always left it.

He briefly wondered if she was somewhere on the ship, although it wasn't like Wendy to go wandering about. Cursing at the pounding in his head, Hook pushed himself up from the desk. Wincing at the ache in his back from sleeping all night in a chair, he opened the door of the cabin and bellowed out for Smee.

He was positively livid when he had to call a second time, the noise not doing a thing to lessen his headache.

"Aye Cap'n?" Mr. Smee said after dashing up the steps to the cabin.

"Have you seen Ms. Darling anywhere?" the captain asked, closing his eyes and bringing up his left hand to his throbbing temple.

"No Cap'n, not since bringin' 'er dinner last night," the bosun said.

His blue eyes opened as he sharply looked at the elderly man. "Have the men search the ship for her, and when you find her bring her here," Hook ordered.

"Right away Cap'n," Smee answered.

Scoffing in annoyance, Hook looked down at his rumpled waistcoat and shirt. "Damn it to hell!" he swore realizing that he had no one to help him with the buttons.

It took the captain a long time to undo the small buttons on his waistcoat, and then get the ruffled shirt off his body and over his head. In a tempestuous fit he'd forgotten to remove his hook and accidentally tore a large gash in the shirt. Balling up the fabric in his hand he angrily threw it across the room.

Clad only in his harness and breeches, Hook lay down on his bed. Seething when he smelled faint traces of Wendy on his pillow he found himself unable to ignore the small niggle of worry at the back of his mind. Where the hell was she? Unable to lay still the captain went back over to his desk and sat down.

Memories of last night suddenly flashed through Hook's mind and shame washed over him. Glimpses of him holding Wendy down against his desk while she cried piteously and struggled against him were remembered.

Roaring the pirate captain shoved everything off his desk in a fit of anger, feeling utterly disgusted with the atrocity he committed. Although she'd unintentionally driven the man to mad, it was no excuse for violating her the way he did. It wasn't Wendy's fault that she was so damned tempting to him; everything about her had the captain entranced. The way she smelled, the way her eyes lit up after he returned to the cabin after having been gone all day, the way she'd gently combed his hair.

It was then that he realized the mental stronghold Wendy had on him had more to do than with lust.

"Cap'n?" Mr. Smee interrupted after coming back into the cabin. "We can't find 'er anywhere on the ship."

"Well check again," Hook said, emphasizing his point by banging down on the desk with his hook putting yet another of many holes into the wood.

"Cap'n, the men checked thrice. And they looked everywhere-the brig, the galley and the weapons room. No one's seen hide no hair of the lass."

"Then have the crew check the town. Make sure they leave no stone unturned or so help me I'll rip every throat one by one."

"Aye Cap'n!" Smee uttered, seeing that dangerous glint in the captain's eye and knowing that he fully well intended on carrying through with his threat if Miss Wendy wasn't found.

...

Miss Grace walked down the hall of her flat, seeing Anabelle and Claudia peering through the door at the childish looking woman sleeping on the bed.

"Is she a new one?" Claudia asked Miss Grace.

"She looks young, and sort of green at that," Anabelle added wickedly while smiling.

"Oh you two, get away from the door!" Miss Grace snapped. "Now hurry up and get dressed so you can help me with the shop."

Rolling their eyes, the two women walked away to do as they were told.

...

Stirring out of her sleep, Wendy slowly blinked her eyes taking in the strange surroundings. The room was nothing like the captain's cabin on the Jolly Roger. Suddenly remembering where she was and how she got there, Wendy felt her throat well up. Swallowing the urge to cry she got out of the bed, shivering slightly from the cool air in the room.

After hurriedly dressing and using the washroom, Wendy found her way downstairs and into Miss Grace's shop.

Wendy found that she didn't mind helping Miss Grace around the shop. She was rather unknowledgeable of the wares that were sold and was content with arranging the little glass bottles and folding and refolding baskets of scarves and handkerchiefs. She'd been introduced to two other women that seemed slightly older than she named Anabelle and Claudia, whom both said hello yet eyed Wendy from head to toe.

It seemed that Anabelle and Claudia spent their time dawdling around the shop and gossiping much of the afternoon away. Wendy hadn't seen them do much work other than dally about with men that came into the shop. However feeling that she was in no position to point out the obvious, Wendy kept her mouth closed.

A few hours later Miss Grace chased the two simpering women from her shop. Bidding Wendy to come towards her, she handed her some coins and told her to find them something for lunch.

Clutching the money in her hand, Wendy walked out onto the dirt road. Looking up, Wendy saw a well dressed man a few inches away from her, his appraisal obvious as his eyes were glued onto her figure. Cringing slightly, Wendy wished she'd thought to wear her cloak over her dress before coming outside. Hurrying to get away from the man, she didn't notice that he'd walked inside of Miss Grace's shop.

After purchasing a meal of roasted meat and bread, Wendy was on her way back to the shop when she saw a person that caused her stomach to bottom out. Ducking to the side of a nearby shop, Wendy watched as three of the men from Hook's ship sauntered through the town square. She briefly wondered if they were looking for her as she'd fled the Jolly Roger without anyone seeing her.

When the men finally turned in the opposite direction, Wendy was able to breathe freely. She hurriedly walked back to Miss Grace's shop, holding their lunch against her chest.

"What's wrong child?" Miss Grace asked when Wendy rushed back into the shop. "You look as if you've seen a ghost!"

Not wanting to give herself away, Wendy set down the now tepid food on the counter.

"There was a gentleman that stopped by not long after you left, inquiring after you," the woman said causing Wendy to look up in shock.

"A man?" she asked nervously. "Did he give his name?"

"Aye, Laurie. Laurie Smith? A good looking chap might I add," Miss Grace said cackling with laughter.

Slightly relieved when she realized it wasn't a certain hooked man that the woman was talking about, Wendy couldn't help her curiosity. "What did he want?" she naively asked.

Still smiling, the woman rakishly peered at Wendy. "You're a pretty young thing, what do you think?" Seeing the look of confusion still on her face, Miss Grace continued laughing. "Come child; let's see what you've found us to eat."

...

Wendy didn't see more of Hook's crew for the rest of the day, although she kept a watchful eye through the glass door so that she could hide at a moment's notice.

The afternoon passed by uneventfully. After Miss Grace locked up the shop, Wendy followed her back upstairs to the flat. She helped the woman prepare a simple supper, after which Anabelle and Claudia returned both giddy and seemingly more euphoric.

Miss Grace snapped at them to settle down and to wash their hands before sitting at the table. Throughout the meal they both tittered behind their hands, casting furtive glances at Wendy. Her cheeks flushing, Wendy felt self conscious without knowing why.

"You know, you might be pretty if you did something with this hair," Anabelle had said, leaning over to Wendy and twirling one of her loose curls round a finger. "You remind me of a plain, English rose that hasn't been plucked yet."

Claudia had giggled in response, causing Miss Grace to slap her hand on the table. "You two leave the girl alone!" she shouted sounding half annoyed.

Wendy snatched away from Anabelle's grasp, wondering why she was being so nasty towards her. Realizing that she could smell the remnants of some sort of spirit on her breath, Wendy surmised it was partly the reason for the hostility.

After dinner was finished, Wendy helped clear the table and dishes. She then disappeared to her room, sitting on the bed with her head resting against the headboard. Miss Grace had been nice enough to let her stay there, and surprisingly hadn't asked Wendy where she was from or why she'd been running throughout town in middle of the night with tears on her cheeks.

Still, she felt incredibly lonely. Wishing that she'd had a book to keep her company; Wendy scooted down on the bed and lay on her side. Unable to help herself, visions of Captain Hook appeared in her mind.

Lost in her thoughts, silent tears dripped down Wendy's cheeks and onto the pillow. Her mind completely distracted she didn't notice the echoing sounds of male voices coming from the rooms adjacent to hers.

...

It had been three days since Wendy fled from the Jolly Roger. Hook's mood had grown darker and he yelled at the crew for the most trivial things. He wouldn't admit it but he was nearly sick with worry over the girl's disappearance. The captain knew that an attractive and innocent young woman like Wendy was akin to an open field with a baby chick and rattlesnake lying in the wake.

Crying out in anguish, Hook knew it was his fault that Wendy was out there alone. Had he not lost control she wouldn't have run away from him with a face gone pale with fright. Hook was too ashamed to tell anyone the truth about her disappearance, and too distracted to focus on anything else but finding her.

He hadn't eaten a proper meal, bathed or shaved since the morning of that fateful day. Not wanting to sleep in his bed as it still smelled of Wendy's floral perfume, the captain took to drinking large quantities of Muscat, desperate to numb the feeling of despair before falling asleep at his desk.

Looking up as he heard a knock at the cabin door, Mr. Smee entered an apprehensive expression on his face.

"Well?" Hook asked expectantly.

"Still nothin' Cap'n," Smee said, hating to be the bearer of bad news.

"How in the hell does a mere slip of a girl about big as my arm manage to elude an entire crew of pirates, and a whole town at that?" Hook snidely asked. "Do you mean to tell me that no one has seen a girl with slate colored eyes and brown curls?" Slamming his hook down onto the desk, the captain stood up. Yanking up the metal prosthesis that became lodged between the wood grains, Hook walked over to a shirt that he'd carelessly tossed over the chaise.

"I find myself rather questionable about this crew's interrogational skills," he said shoving his right arm into the shirt.

Smee rushed over and helped the captain into his shirt. "What's that Cap'n?" he asked.

"What part don't you understand Smee?" Hook replied venomously with a gesture of his claw. "If the crew is unable to find answers willingly, then I'll have to force them out of the locals."

Smee stood by and listened nervously. The captain always had a terrible temper, but this was something new. It seemed as if he was willing to the ends of the earth to find Wendy, disposing of anyone that might get in his way without casting a second thought.

...

Wendy was alone in the shop when the door opened. Miss Grace said that she had to run an errand, not stating specifically what it entailed. Anabelle and Claudia as usual had also left the shop several hours ago and still hadn't returned.

Looking up, she saw a well dressed, clean shaven man with hair the color of wheat and grey eyes approach her. "Hello, sir," Wendy uttered nervously, remembering his face from the other day when he'd stared her down in the street.

"Hello…Wendy isn't it?" the man said. "I trust Miss Grace passed along my message?"

Seeing the look of confusion on the girl's face he continued. "My name is Laurie; I believe we saw each other in passing just outside of the shop."

Wendy was too naïve to realize that Laurie was looking at her as if she was the last swallow of water in a desert, but she did feel the sudden unease that came over her.

"It's quite possible," she answered lightly not wanting to admit that she remembered him.

Just then Miss Grace reappeared, smiling when she saw the two standing at her counter. "Well lad, you're back I see!" she said brightly.

"Yes, I thought I'd come talk to the lady myself," he said.

"Well that's lovely," Miss Grace said. "Wendy, why don't you go for a little stroll with Mr. Smith? A bit of air would do you some good."

"No…thank you," Wendy mustered as politely as she was able to. "I'm actually a bit out of sorts right now, I think I'll go upstairs and rest for awhile."

Bidding good day to Laurie, Wendy walked out of the store and up the stairs next to the shop door. She had a feeling the man was still looking at her when she walked away and it made her skin crawl. Laurie Smith looked like the men back home; clad in a neat blue suit and carrying a walking stick yet something about him seemed sinister even if he tried to hide it.

...

Miss Grace was about to lock up her shop when the persistent man returned. "You just don't give up, do ya?" she asked.

"No Madam, not when I set my eyes on something that I want," he replied coolly.

"Are you positive none of the other girls will do?"

Looking at the older woman with distaste, the man threw a small bag full of gold onto the counter. "That should be more than sufficient," he said.

Miss Grace was a shrewd business woman and never turned down money. Greedily eyeing the contents of the purse, she nodded the man on. "Be quick about it, will ya? And keep her quiet, the last thing I need is for the chit to kick up a fuss."

...

Wendy sat alone in her room with a mournful expression on her face. She'd scoured Miss Grace's flat for something to read, desperate for anything at this point but her search came up empty. She'd settled for watching the sunset from her window, the fading orb casting an orange, dark blue and purple glow in the sky.

"Yes?" she called, hearing a sudden knocking on her door. Inhaling sharply, she got up from the bed when she saw the man from the shop enter her room. "Mr. Smith," she began nervously. "Are you looking for Miss Grace?"

Walking into the room, Laurie shut the door behind him. Propping his walking stick up in the corner, he walked over to the dresser and leaned against it his arms folded across his chest. "Miss Grace is the one that sent me up here," he told her coolly.

"Why, is something wrong?" Wendy asked, already heading towards the door. Laurie instantly stepped in front, blocking her from exiting. Wendy swallowed, feeling her mouth gone dry with fear. "You shouldn't be up here," she said in a quavering voice.

"Who's to make me leave?" Laurie calmly asked as Wendy stood watching in horror whilst he removed his blue suit jacket and placed it atop the dresser.

"Will you please leave?" Wendy pressed, thinking that manners might get her out of the precarious situation.

"What a polite girl you are, how adorable," he said mockingly, countering Wendy's every move.

Feeling like prey being stalked by its predator, Wendy didn't realize she was backing away from the lecher until her body hit the wall.

Hissing in disgust when Laurie dared to put his hands around her waist, Wendy pushed against him only to get roughly shoved against the wall. "There's no need to be coy, little Wendy," Laurie said in a syrupy sweet voice. "If you're nice to me, I'll be nice to you."

"I am not playing coy!" she cried in a panic, still trying to move away from his grasp. "You're scaring me and I think it's time for you to leave."

"Listen wench, I paid good money for you and I won't leave until I'm good and ready!" he hissed in her ear.

Gasping in shock, Wendy's scream of outrage was muffled as the man then roughly grabbed her face, his mouth pressing down hard upon hers. Laurie tasted of something unpleasant that Wendy was unable to place and his cologne was cloying and stung her eyes. Bringing her hand up to his arms, Wendy dug her nails into his wrists desperately trying to make him let go.

Yelping in pain, Laurie did let go of Wendy only to soundly backhand her. Crying out in pain, Wendy clutched onto her face, the sound of the slap still resonating in her ears.

"Now see I was going to be nice," Laurie said angrily. "But I see you want to fight me. That's alright, I like my women to have a little fire to them." He then grabbed Wendy by the back of her neck and forced her down onto the bed.

Screaming with all of her might, Wendy kicked and thrashed about. Fighting to get up from the bed, Laurie shoved her back down and pressed one large, calloused hand over her mouth trying to muffle the screams. Wendy took that opportunity to bite down as hard as she could while bringing up a hand to his cheek, her nails clawing into his face earning a loud roar of pain from the man.

"You little bitch!" he swore when he saw the blood, this time hitting Wendy in the face with a closed fist. Letting out a blood-curdling scream, the throbbing pain in her face only fueled Wendy's anger. Bringing a knee up she tried to kick at Laurie's chest but he moved too quickly, and she found herself pinned underneath his weight, his knees on either side of her torso.

Hastily grabbing both of her slender wrists in one hand, Laurie then hit Wendy several more times in the face. Tasting blood as her teeth cut against her lips, Wendy finally began sobbing when she realized she was trapped.

"Shut up!" Laurie hissed, grabbing a fistful of Wendy's hair and wrenching it at the roots. "Shut the hell up right now."

Wendy's heart beat so fiercely she was sure that she would pass out any moment. She could barely breathe as Laurie had his body pressed firmly against hers, nearly ridding all of the wind from her lungs. Having expended all of her energy fighting a sadistic man that was much stronger than she, Wendy choked on her tears as she felt him fumbling with something below his waist.

Laurie still had both her hands pinned above her head with his left hand, the right one now groping and pinching her flesh cruelly through her dress. Fighting to turn her head, Wendy opened her red, tear swollen eyes to see the crazed man above her, his hair mussed and face flush with a sheen of sweat covering it. His grey eyes bore down coldly into Wendy's, his hand clenching even tighter around her wrists if it was possible.

Feeling her stomach lurching in horror, Wendy realized that he was now trying to hike her dress up around her thighs. 'Not again! Oh please not again!' she thought desperately, struggling and writhing to no avail.

Laurie tightened his clasp around Wendy's body, his knees painfully squeezing into her sides. "Stop struggling!" he ordered between clenched teeth, his legs strong as an ox's as he squeezed even harder making it difficult for Wendy to breathe.

Too preoccupied with gasping for air, Laurie seized the opportunity and flipped the young woman over onto her stomach. "Even better, no one will be able to hear you scream," he muttered pushing down at the back of her head. If Wendy had previously been able to breathe in the slightest she certainly was unable to now, her nose pressed deeply into the mattress.

Crying and hyperventilating, her mind grew foggy and was barely aware of the air that brushed against her now bare backside. Laurie was still straddling her hips, something warm yet firm grazing against her bare skin. Shuddering at the sound of the man moaning in a most lewd fashion, Wendy froze when she felt something damp fall upon her.

"Damn!" Laurie roared after a chorus of groans had erupted from his lips. His thrusts ceased slightly yet he refused to let up his hold on the girl. Still crying into the mattress, Wendy was unable to even turn her head when she felt Laurie's weight suddenly removed from her.

The man began squealing loudly as if in pain, his feet shuffling as he tried to find purchase against the floorboards. Her mind still in a daze, Wendy didn't realize that she had been picked up off the bed until she found herself in the captain's arms, not noticing that he wore a visage that would most likely have sent Lucifer himself back into the pits of hell.

...

Not long before Captain Hook had ordered half his crew to walk through the towns with him, refusing to accept that fact that Wendy was not there. When he didn't get answers that pleased him, out came his pistol. Seeing the murderous look in the man's face, the unsuspecting soul whom was staring down into the barrel of the captain's revolver suddenly regained his memory.

After blurting out some story about Miss Grace having found a new girl, he made the man show him where her place was before kicking him back onto the dusty road.

The captain and his cronies stormed the little shop, causing Miss Grace to rush out and swear at the men. Cookson and Albino instantly grabbed the stout woman that tried flee and dragged her to stand in front of their captain.

"Madam Whore, I assure you that I save my bullets for men," Hook began darkly as he cocked his pistol and pointed it in her face. "But believe me when I say that I will gut you first and shoot later if you don't tell me what I need to know."

Seeing the wild haired, unshaven man clad in all black with a deadly looking metal appendage at the end of his right arm, Miss Grace's eyes grew wide. "What do you want!" she yelled in terror, trying to keep her knees from shaking.

"Where is the so-called new girl that you have acquired?" Hook asked, raising his hook to the woman's fat oily neck.

Instantly realizing who the man was talking about, Miss Grace all but screamed out her reply. "Upstairs, she's upstairs. Let go of me for the love of god!" she then yelled trying to wrench out of the pirates grasp.

"Hold her there," Hook ordered, before pointing his claw at Paulie and beckoning him forward.

Stealthily walking up the narrow and unlit staircase with his pistol out, Hook found himself in a shabby flat above the store. The sound of a man groaning out and what was a possibly muffled cry caught his ears and he stalked to the back of the flat with Paulie on his heels.

Pushing open the door to a bedroom, he found a half clothed man pinning Wendy's trembling body down onto the bed, the green silk of her dress flipped up and exposing her bare thighs and behind. The man never noticed the door opening or Paulie coming behind him and grabbing him by the throat, yanking him off of the girl.

Hook crept around to the side of the bed and carefully slid Wendy into his embrace. Her small chest heaved slightly as she gulped in air, and Hook realized that the bastard had nearly smothered her. His mind didn't want to believe that the man had carried his rape to fruition. Hook was beyond horrified when he saw Wendy's battered and bloodied face, fingerprints marring her neck and wrists where she'd been held down.

"This is no concern of yours, I paid my money!" the man roared from the other side of the bed, futilely trying to wrench out from Paulie's grasp.

"You paid your money?" Hook echoed, instantly having a mind to disembowel the man. "If you want to pay a whore, that's your business. Does this little girl look like a whore to you?" he continued. "I guess her tears and telling you no weren't enough."

"They all say no at first!" the man countered, obviously fearful for his life by now.

Seeing the claw marks at the side of the man's face said enough. "If you have to beat a woman into unconsciousness until she submits, that should tell you plenty," Hook coldly replied.

Looking down as Wendy began to stir in his arms, she instantly began lashing out as she came to.

"Wendy! Wendy love, tis me," Hook urged gently holding her hands down so she wouldn't hurt herself. Her grey blue eyes slowly opened, the bewilderment dissolving from them as she recognized the face above hers. Instantly breaking out into loud sobs that shook her slight frame, Wendy suddenly gagged and tried wrenching herself from Hook's grasp. Bending down so Wendy wouldn't tumble out of his arms; she leaned over and became violently sick onto the floor.

In pain and too distraught to feel embarrassed, Wendy offered no resistance when Hook pulled a doublet from his waistcoat and cleaned her mouth. When her stomach stopped heaving, the tears began again. Hugging Wendy to his chest Hook hoisted her body up off the floor.

"Let's go," he told Paulie, who was still standing in the room holding Laurie with his arms pinned behind his back. Hook walked ahead of them out of the room, Wendy's arms wound tightly around his neck. Paulie hadn't even given Laurie the opportunity to pull his breeches back up around his waist and they hung over his shoes, causing the man to trip with every other step.

"So this is supposed to be your new girl?" Hook stated sounding utterly vexed as they stood back downstairs in the shop.

Miss Grace, whom was still flanked by Cookson and Albino holding her by the cuff of her arms, eyed the young woman in the pirate captain's arms and said nothing.

"I know not of how Wendy came to be in your presence, nor do I care. But believe me when I say that I know of your kind well. You are a cunning, crafty bitch who knowingly led an innocent girl into the lion's den, solely in the interest of a few gold coins."

Both Miss Grace and Laurie stood nervously among the group of pirates, wondering what their fate was to be.

Turning towards Paulie, Hook nodded his head in a silent order. Miss Grace screamed in terror seeing the oversized menacing pirate snap the man's neck as if he were a chicken. Laurie's half dressed body slid to the ground. "You lot know what to do," Hook said before turning on his heel and walking out of the store.

Walking down the dark road with Wendy in his arms, Hook heard Miss Grace screaming in protest as his crew torched her shop. Unfortunately he'd been unable to kill her himself as he didn't want to place Wendy down for any reason; letting the crew burn down her shop was his next best option.

...

When Hook arrived back at the Jolly Roger, the remaining crew saw the young woman in his arms. Noticing his deadly countenance they tried to make themselves scarce as Hook made his way up the steps and into his cabin.

The captain tried setting Wendy down on his bed in hopes of getting a damp cloth to clean the blood from her face, but her arms tightened their hold around his neck. Clutching onto Hook for dear life, Wendy began sobbing furiously into his shirt, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath.

Sitting down on the edge of his bed with Wendy still in his lap, Hook tried to remember a time where he felt such remorse as her tears soaked his neck. He was no better than the man that tried to rape her, yet it was the captain that Wendy desperately clung to.

She began struggling again, this time tearing herself away from Hook and falling to her knees on the cabin floor, gagging and dry heaving. "I-I still smell him on me!" she cried, tearing at the blood stained dress. Furiously jumping to her feet, Wendy began clawing at the fabric desperately trying to unrig her body of the soiled garment. "Get it off, I need it off now!"

Moving about much too hastily, her trembling fingers were unable to find purchase at the buttons. "Please! Get it off me!" she cried hysterically, standing in front of Hook and lifting his right arm up to the collar of her dress.

Seeing Wendy's tear soaked face and the crazed look in her eyes, Hook found himself thoroughly stunned for the first time in his life.

"Please!" she continued to cry beseechingly, yanking on his wrist trying to make his metal claw tear through the garment.

Her anguish tormenting him, Hook stood up and anchored the sharp edge into place. With a loud ripping noise he dragged the metal through the thin silk until it hung off of Wendy's body. Becoming slightly less hysterical, she then stepped out of the torn dress and let it pool in a heap around her feet.

The captain watched in shock as Wendy then yanked her camisole up over her head, followed by stepping out of her petticoat. Hook couldn't help but wonder if the young woman was having some sort of breakdown. Previously she wouldn't even bathe with him in the same room, now she stood before him naked as a newborn babe.

"I still smell him on my skin, I need to wash," she said, seemingly unaware that she had stripped down completely in the captain's presence.

"Well, there's water still in the tub but it's cold," Hook uttered finding his voice.

"I don't care!" Wendy bawled, already rushing over to the tub.

Hastily bringing a candle over, Hook found that Wendy had already immersed herself completely in the cold water without so much as a flinch. Picking up a sponge and cake of soap, she proceeded to scrub furiously at her body desperate to rid every trace of her violation.

After a few minutes of the harsh treatment, her skin began to grow red and raw yet Wendy kept on scrubbing. Sobbing slightly, Wendy moved her body jerkily about nearly slapping the sponge down into the water causing water to slosh over the edge of the tub and onto the floor.

Seeing Wendy's frustration but not wanting to scare her, Hook knelt down next to the tub. Slowly reaching over he withdrew the balled up sponge from Wendy's clenched hand. Dipping it into the cool water, Hook let the sponge soak up the moisture before bringing it to Wendy's shoulder, gently squeezing it and letting the water flow down over her skin.

Wendy soon stopped crying and drew her legs up against her chest with her head resting on her knees. Sitting in silence she allowed Hook to gently cleanse her. Still in a daze Wendy didn't realize that her body had started shivering until Hook walked away and returned to the tub with a large towel.

Bidding the girl to stand up, Hook wrapped the towel securely around her body and lifted her back into his arms. Carrying her to his bed, the captain attempted to lay her down so that he'd be able to get one of her nightgowns from the trunk when Wendy shook her head, keeping her arms around his neck.

"You'll be sick if you sleep in a damp towel," he gently admonished, only to see the girl still shaking her head.

Sighing, Hook shifted onto his side on the bed with Wendy still in his arms, making sure to not scratch her with the metal prosthesis he still wore. Carefully draping his right arm over her body, he felt the young woman curl up against his chest, her face buried in his neck. If his unshaven face irritated Wendy's soft skin she made no complaint.

Feeling her warm breath blowing steadily against his face, Hook tried easing out of Wendy's grasp only to hear her whine slightly and clutch his body back against hers.

"Sweetheart, let me at least take off this harness. I'd never forgive myself if you were hurt by it."

Despite being unwilling to let go of Hook, Wendy pulled her arms back so that he was able to sit up. "Do you need help with your shirt?" she asked in a quiet voice.

"It would make things easier," he admitted.

Sitting up in the bed, the towel slid down from Wendy's body and fell to her waist. Incognizant of her exposed breasts, Wendy unfastened the buttons on Hook's waistcoat and slid it down from his shoulders. She was about to help remove his ruffled black shirt when her fingers slid down to the metal claw. "So you don't rip your shirt," she explained in a low voice as she twisted it out from its base.

Hook watched in silent amazement as she deftly unscrewed the metal prosthesis as if she'd always assisted him with it. After handing it to the captain who set it on his desk out of harm's way, Wendy helped him ease the shirt off his body and set it next to her on the bed.

She then reached across Hook's bare chest to undo the fastenings on the leather harness. Tugging it down and off his arm, Wendy handed it and the black shirt to Hook who rested both items on the desk.

"Does it hurt today?" Wendy asked after she and Hook were lying back down together.

"Does what hurt?" he asked.

"Your wrist, did it hurt today."

Heaven above, this girl was a wonder. After all that she'd gone through today she was asking the captain if his wrist ailed him.

"The pain is merely minute," he answered after a long pause.

Wendy nodded and closed her eyes, burying her head back into Hook's neck.

"Wendy, sweetheart look at me," the captain said. Seeing the girl's eyes flutter open and look up at him, Hook continued. "None of this would have happened had it not been for the loss of my faculties, and for that I am truly sorry."

Imploringly looking down at the sedate girl, the captain gently ran his fingers through her tangled curls. The flickering candles in the cabin offered enough light for Hook to see the large purple bruise that had formed on Wendy's left cheek, and her split lip where her teeth had cut into.

"You have my word that I will gouge myself with my own hook before I'd dream of hurting you again," the captain swore. "I'm no better than that bastard," he then said under his breath.

"You didn't hurt me, James," Wendy said quietly. "I won't lie- you did frighten me terribly. But I wasn't hurt."

The captain shifted his weight, propping his head up to see Wendy more clearly. "Up until now you've only called me James when you were drunk, dreaming or scared," he told her.

"Well I'm neither right now," she answered honestly.

Moving his hand down from Wendy's hair, James gently cupped her cheek. "I swear to you Wendy, I will never hurt you nor let anyone harm you ever again."

James looked Wendy directly in the eye as he spoke with an utmost sincerity. "I know," she told him. "I believe you."

Feeling somewhat relieved, James wrapped his arm around Wendy's body and hugged her tightly against him. By now he barely noticed the fact that she was nearly nude save for the damp towel still across her middle. His hasty impulses had nearly cost him to lose Wendy, and the mere thought of that happening again was enough to keep any lustful temptation at bay.

"You have no idea how horrified…and ashamed I'd felt of my actions when I woke up the next morning," James continued solemnly. "The crew couldn't find you anywhere on the ship, and we searched the town from top to bottom to no avail. Finally when I threatened a drunken lout on the street with my pistol did we gain some leeway."

"You didn't!" Wendy gently chided.

"Yes I did. I planned on tearing the entire town apart; setting each building ablaze if need be until you were found. And then when I found that bastard on top of you-"

James suddenly cut his words short, exhaling angrily at the memory of the man with Wendy trapped beneath him.

"Sweetheart, I need to ask you something. It's not a pleasant question but I do need you to be honest with me," he then said.

"Alright," Wendy conceded nervously.

"Besides the bruises on your face and neck, and your lip…did that bastard hurt you anywhere else?" Seeing the confused look on Wendy's face, James pressed on. "Did he hurt you with any part of his body?"

"His hands…" her voice trailed off.

'For the love of the Seven Seas,' James thought to himself. He knew Wendy was innocent in the ways of men but up until now he hadn't realized just how innocent that was.

"Besides his hands," James patiently urged.

"I don't know…I don't think so. He pulled my dress up and was trembling and groaning against me. I felt something wet touch me but it didn't hurt."

His jaw tensing, James thanked himself for small favors. The lecher had obviously gotten himself off against her body, but hadn't raped her. Deciding to spare Wendy from the gory details, James shuddered to think what would have happened had they arrived at the place a moment too late.

"He was so strong…I couldn't get him off me…" her voice trailed off. "James?" Wendy then asked uneasily.

"Yes sweetheart."

"Do I have to discuss this any further?" she whispered as if it pained her to do so. "The memory alone is enough to make me sick."

Feeling Wendy beginning to tremble nervously, James slipped both arms underneath hers and pulled her atop his bare chest. Her frail body shook as she broke out into quiet sobs, her hot tears falling onto James' skin. "I'm sorry love," he murmured pressing a kiss into Wendy's hair. "We don't have to talk about it anymore."

When her sobs finally tapered off, Wendy felt herself growing drowsy. Her front was pressed against Hook's body but her back was still exposed. James noticed Wendy shivering slightly, and sat up slightly up with her still against his chest. Yanking the damp towel from across her waist, he tossed it to the floor and then urged them both beneath the thick coverlet.

Pulling the blanket up over Wendy's bare shoulders, James stroked at her feathery curls that spilled over the blanket and onto his arm. Wendy felt secure wrapped up in the strong arms that never strayed from her body the entire night, the familiar and welcoming scent of cigars and cologne at her nose.
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