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I'd be up for doing a Bad Boy/Good Girl or Road Trip roleplay. I do prefer to play females but I can play males just as well. I'd also be up for doubling, especially with the Road Trip setting and I have an idea in mind if you're interested in hearing.
I'd be up for a PrincexPrincess roleplay with you if you're still looking. I'd love to hash out some ideas via PM :)
Cassandra
Cassie had been restless for the remainder of the night. She always felt that way after a feeding. The new blood moved through her body, making her alert and full of energy. She wanted to run and being locked away in this room didn't allow for that. She imagined breaking the door down would be easier now that she'd fed but she restrained herself. She didn't want to cause more trouble for herself. She couldn't overpower all of the men if they frightened and tried to kill her. She could hear so much now. People whispering to one another on the deck and in the rooms above her and around her. The quiet whistling of one or two as they passed through the hallways. She could hear the sound of the waves lapping against the sides of the ship and the creaking groaning sounds of the wood as it strained under the weight. She could hear the heartbeats too, though they didn't call to her like they had before she'd fed. She could control her urges for now.
She had paced the room throughout the night and then lay on the bed hoping that sleep would claim her but it never did. Images flickered across her eyelids when she closed them but she wasn't dreaming, just imagining. It would have been nice to sleep, to pass some of the time, but she couldn't. She wasn't sure she ever would again. Not now that she was...what she was. Many men passed by her door, some paused and whispered to one another, joking about what they could do to her. Nobody attempted to enter, however. She was left alone until morning and grew tense. What if they tried to pull her up onto the deck while the sun was high in the sky? She wondered if she would burn up to a crisp and die or if the sun would simply irritate her like it did when she lay too close to the window at home. She did not want to take the risk of finding out. If nothing else, it made her feel itchy and burned her eyes. She would rather remain in the shadows.
More boots came along the hallways but stopped outside her door. This time, they were followed by a knock. Cassie sat up on the small cot and looked towards the door. She could tell from the scent of the blood that it was the man that had spoken to her the night before. He called to her and her assumptions were proven accurate. She didn't answer for a moment, part of her not wanting to answer at all. She wanted some control back. She felt far too helpless locked away like this. If only she'd kept the key. Perhaps she might have felt better then. Someone had locked her back in the previous evening and she didn't know who it was. If they had seen her reenter the room...she wasn't sure what would happen.
"I'm awake," Cassie replied. finally. She didn't stand and she didn't hear him make any move to unlock the door. Part of her hoped he was afraid to. She had threatened to kill them all, after all. Perhaps her show of removing her bindings the night before had unsettled him. "But I'm not hungry." She wondered what would happen if they thought she was starving herself. If they really wanted to use her as ransom then they would have to keep her alive, surely? But she didn't even know if that was the reason she had been taken. Perhaps they intended to sell her. Perhaps she was dispensable. For all she knew, there were other women locked away in the ship in areas that she couldn't hear. It was a very large one, after all. She imagined it was easily possible.
Cassie had been restless for the remainder of the night. She always felt that way after a feeding. The new blood moved through her body, making her alert and full of energy. She wanted to run and being locked away in this room didn't allow for that. She imagined breaking the door down would be easier now that she'd fed but she restrained herself. She didn't want to cause more trouble for herself. She couldn't overpower all of the men if they frightened and tried to kill her. She could hear so much now. People whispering to one another on the deck and in the rooms above her and around her. The quiet whistling of one or two as they passed through the hallways. She could hear the sound of the waves lapping against the sides of the ship and the creaking groaning sounds of the wood as it strained under the weight. She could hear the heartbeats too, though they didn't call to her like they had before she'd fed. She could control her urges for now.
She had paced the room throughout the night and then lay on the bed hoping that sleep would claim her but it never did. Images flickered across her eyelids when she closed them but she wasn't dreaming, just imagining. It would have been nice to sleep, to pass some of the time, but she couldn't. She wasn't sure she ever would again. Not now that she was...what she was. Many men passed by her door, some paused and whispered to one another, joking about what they could do to her. Nobody attempted to enter, however. She was left alone until morning and grew tense. What if they tried to pull her up onto the deck while the sun was high in the sky? She wondered if she would burn up to a crisp and die or if the sun would simply irritate her like it did when she lay too close to the window at home. She did not want to take the risk of finding out. If nothing else, it made her feel itchy and burned her eyes. She would rather remain in the shadows.
More boots came along the hallways but stopped outside her door. This time, they were followed by a knock. Cassie sat up on the small cot and looked towards the door. She could tell from the scent of the blood that it was the man that had spoken to her the night before. He called to her and her assumptions were proven accurate. She didn't answer for a moment, part of her not wanting to answer at all. She wanted some control back. She felt far too helpless locked away like this. If only she'd kept the key. Perhaps she might have felt better then. Someone had locked her back in the previous evening and she didn't know who it was. If they had seen her reenter the room...she wasn't sure what would happen.
"I'm awake," Cassie replied. finally. She didn't stand and she didn't hear him make any move to unlock the door. Part of her hoped he was afraid to. She had threatened to kill them all, after all. Perhaps her show of removing her bindings the night before had unsettled him. "But I'm not hungry." She wondered what would happen if they thought she was starving herself. If they really wanted to use her as ransom then they would have to keep her alive, surely? But she didn't even know if that was the reason she had been taken. Perhaps they intended to sell her. Perhaps she was dispensable. For all she knew, there were other women locked away in the ship in areas that she couldn't hear. It was a very large one, after all. She imagined it was easily possible.
Cassandra
Some time had passed since Cassie had first been thrown into the room. She wasn't entirely sure how much but a few hours at least. She was so restless locked in this small space. Her attempts to unlock the door proven to be futile and when she'd try to peer through the keyhole, her view had been obstructed. She wondered if it were because the key remained in the door. Nobody had come to bring her food like the man had said before. She was glad that she did not still eat or she might have grown faint and weak with hunger and thirst... Of course, she was still thirsty. Incredibly so. Often boots passed by the door and she listened to the heartbeats of the men they belonged to, smelled their blood through the wooden walls. She was so desperately thirsty now. As much as the idea of drinking blood had repulsed her in the beginning, she could recall how much better it made her feel. Stronger, more alert with less of a fire in her throat. She craved the feeling of sinking her teeth into flesh and feeling it give beneath them...of the hot, delicious liquid that would pool into her mouth...
Eventually the thirst grew too much for Cassie. The ship around her had grown more quiet and she rose to her feet again, crossing quietly to the door. She listened intently again for the sound of boots or breathing but there was nothing and she bent to her knees. Tearing a strip from the end of her dress, Cassie pushed it underneath the door, directly below where the handle sat. Carefully, she knocked her waist against the door and heard a rattling. Her eyes widened slightly in the dark room. The key was there. She tried again, firmer this time, and heard it fall. Pressing her ear to the floor, Cassie saw that the key had landed half on the fabric she had pushed through and she gently began to pull it towards her, knowing that one wrong movement would knock it onto the floor and out of her reach. Finally, however, and much to her delight, she managed to pull the key through to her side of the door.
Cassandra's chest felt tight with relief and she tried to focus as she stood and slowly unlocked the door. It was old and stiff but finally the lock gave and she was able to open the door. Again, she listened carefully, waiting for the sound that would indicate someone had heard her but nothing came. The only sounds that reached her was the distant beating of hearts and the calls from the men further in the ship. Even the sounds from the deck were very quiet. After pausing for another moment, Cassie took a deep breath and forced herself to exit the room. She took the key with her and slipped it in the other side of the door where it had been before closing it over behind her.
If she were found out here now, there would be trouble. She was very aware that she might be the only woman aboard the ship and that not all of those that found her would simply return her to her room unharmed. She needed to be incredibly careful. Her attention was on the sounds around her. She listened intently as she passed by closed doors and came to stop outside one of them. There was a crew member inside, she could smell his blood through the wood, but his breathing was slow and even along with his heartbeat. Asleep. She knew it even before the soft snores reached her. This was her only chance to feed and if she was going to survive, she would need to take it.
Opening the door, Cassie quickly scanned the room. It, like the one she was in, was small and bare. Bunks lined the walls and there were a number of chairs and personal belongings scattered about. Only one of the cots was occupied by a man lying on his side with his back to her. She crossed the room to him, her feet making barely a noise on the floor beneath her. Her eyes darkened as she approached and her incisors lengthened and grew sharp. His scent was filling her head, making it difficult to think through the bloodlust. She crouched down next to him and lowered her mouth to his bared throat. He tensed as she bit down and then relaxed as she pulled the first taste of blood into her mouth. He wouldn't wake while she was feeding. Whatever happened once she bit a human caused them to relax and grow lethargic. She was not worried of him attacking her now. She drank deeply from him, the delicious, hot liquid coating her burning throat and easing some of the thirst. It settled her nerves and sharpened her senses and she could feel herself growing more aware of what was happening around her. The taste was incredible and she wondered how she could possibly stop drinking until she heard the beat of his heart grow a little fainter. She lifted her mouth at once and sealed the wounds with her tongue, afraid of killing him though she had vowed to take all of their lives not long ago.
Even if she could not kill him...she could still take some form of revenge. Dark thoughts clouded Cassie's mind. She thought of her family, the staff in her house. What if they were dead? What if they had been tortured and abused while she'd been taken? She lifted her wrist to her mouth and bit down, wincing as her teeth pierced her own flesh. Blood slowly seeped from the wound as she held it upside down, her lack of a heartbeat making it a little more difficult. She parted the man's lips and waited as some of her own blood dropped into his mouth. Part of her felt incredibly guilty for what she was doing. She had hated what Johnathon had made her, after all, but these men deserved it. Perhaps they would not bring so much grief upon the world if they had their own to deal with.
Rising to her feet, Cassie sealed her own wounds with her tongue and watched the man for a moment. He still slept soundly and she wondered if what she was trying to attempt would even work. Johnathon had done this to her, but she didn't fully understand how everything worked. Perhaps there was a certain method to it that she didn't know. Either way, she hoped that when the crew learned of what was happening aboard their ship they would make port sooner. Perhaps she could escape then. Perhaps this man would even help her, since she had been the one to sire him.
She had wasted too much time here and Cassie worried that she would be found. She left the room and hurried back along the corridor to her own, closing the door behind her and wishing she didn't have to lock herself away like this when she'd been free. It wouldn't do for them to suspect she had anything to do with the turning of that man.
Jamie
The food aboard the Lust Pillager was not always appetizing but Jamie looked forward to this time of day the most. It always felt good to be inside and warm with his new family and not have to run about for once. As long as he had something warm and filling in his belly, he was usually content. Tonight was no different but he had grown tired and his thoughts were still on the lady that the men had brought aboard. He wondered if she had yet been fed but when he tried to ask the cook for seconds for the captive, his words were met with a laugh and a "Fuck off outta tha'."
So, Jamie sat back down next to some of the younger members of crew and made the most of the warmth from the crowd of men while he could. Some days could be blisteringly hot aboard the ship but the nights always grew cold. Eventually, his eyelids grew heavy and he rose from the bench he was sitting on to head back to his bunk. He would be roused early in the morning, as he was every morning, and he wanted to make the most of his time to rest.
Most of the hallways were quiet as most of the men who weren't still working liked to gather in the Mess for their evenings. He would get some peace and quiet before the rest of them retired for the night. Jamie had just turned the corridor when a flash of cream caught his attention. Sleepily, he lifted his head just in time to see the woman slip back into her room and close the door behind her. Jamie frowned, had they not locked the door once they'd put her inside? Surely they hadn't risked her getting out...but then, where would she go?
He crossed to her door and turned the key, locking it up. After all, he would only get the blame for letting her out if someone realized she'd escaped around the same time he had left the Mess. Especially since he'd been asking about giving her something to eat. He wondered if she had somehow picked the lock but the key had still rested in the door...where had she even been going?
"Whose there?" her voice called through the door and Jamie froze but didn't say anything. He wouldn't risk letting her know who he was in case she tried to use it against him somehow. He always felt badly for the captives but he didn't want to risk his own life for them. Turning away, he hurried back to his own room and climbed into his bunk. At least she hadn't escaped. The Captain would have gone insane.
Some time had passed since Cassie had first been thrown into the room. She wasn't entirely sure how much but a few hours at least. She was so restless locked in this small space. Her attempts to unlock the door proven to be futile and when she'd try to peer through the keyhole, her view had been obstructed. She wondered if it were because the key remained in the door. Nobody had come to bring her food like the man had said before. She was glad that she did not still eat or she might have grown faint and weak with hunger and thirst... Of course, she was still thirsty. Incredibly so. Often boots passed by the door and she listened to the heartbeats of the men they belonged to, smelled their blood through the wooden walls. She was so desperately thirsty now. As much as the idea of drinking blood had repulsed her in the beginning, she could recall how much better it made her feel. Stronger, more alert with less of a fire in her throat. She craved the feeling of sinking her teeth into flesh and feeling it give beneath them...of the hot, delicious liquid that would pool into her mouth...
Eventually the thirst grew too much for Cassie. The ship around her had grown more quiet and she rose to her feet again, crossing quietly to the door. She listened intently again for the sound of boots or breathing but there was nothing and she bent to her knees. Tearing a strip from the end of her dress, Cassie pushed it underneath the door, directly below where the handle sat. Carefully, she knocked her waist against the door and heard a rattling. Her eyes widened slightly in the dark room. The key was there. She tried again, firmer this time, and heard it fall. Pressing her ear to the floor, Cassie saw that the key had landed half on the fabric she had pushed through and she gently began to pull it towards her, knowing that one wrong movement would knock it onto the floor and out of her reach. Finally, however, and much to her delight, she managed to pull the key through to her side of the door.
Cassandra's chest felt tight with relief and she tried to focus as she stood and slowly unlocked the door. It was old and stiff but finally the lock gave and she was able to open the door. Again, she listened carefully, waiting for the sound that would indicate someone had heard her but nothing came. The only sounds that reached her was the distant beating of hearts and the calls from the men further in the ship. Even the sounds from the deck were very quiet. After pausing for another moment, Cassie took a deep breath and forced herself to exit the room. She took the key with her and slipped it in the other side of the door where it had been before closing it over behind her.
If she were found out here now, there would be trouble. She was very aware that she might be the only woman aboard the ship and that not all of those that found her would simply return her to her room unharmed. She needed to be incredibly careful. Her attention was on the sounds around her. She listened intently as she passed by closed doors and came to stop outside one of them. There was a crew member inside, she could smell his blood through the wood, but his breathing was slow and even along with his heartbeat. Asleep. She knew it even before the soft snores reached her. This was her only chance to feed and if she was going to survive, she would need to take it.
Opening the door, Cassie quickly scanned the room. It, like the one she was in, was small and bare. Bunks lined the walls and there were a number of chairs and personal belongings scattered about. Only one of the cots was occupied by a man lying on his side with his back to her. She crossed the room to him, her feet making barely a noise on the floor beneath her. Her eyes darkened as she approached and her incisors lengthened and grew sharp. His scent was filling her head, making it difficult to think through the bloodlust. She crouched down next to him and lowered her mouth to his bared throat. He tensed as she bit down and then relaxed as she pulled the first taste of blood into her mouth. He wouldn't wake while she was feeding. Whatever happened once she bit a human caused them to relax and grow lethargic. She was not worried of him attacking her now. She drank deeply from him, the delicious, hot liquid coating her burning throat and easing some of the thirst. It settled her nerves and sharpened her senses and she could feel herself growing more aware of what was happening around her. The taste was incredible and she wondered how she could possibly stop drinking until she heard the beat of his heart grow a little fainter. She lifted her mouth at once and sealed the wounds with her tongue, afraid of killing him though she had vowed to take all of their lives not long ago.
Even if she could not kill him...she could still take some form of revenge. Dark thoughts clouded Cassie's mind. She thought of her family, the staff in her house. What if they were dead? What if they had been tortured and abused while she'd been taken? She lifted her wrist to her mouth and bit down, wincing as her teeth pierced her own flesh. Blood slowly seeped from the wound as she held it upside down, her lack of a heartbeat making it a little more difficult. She parted the man's lips and waited as some of her own blood dropped into his mouth. Part of her felt incredibly guilty for what she was doing. She had hated what Johnathon had made her, after all, but these men deserved it. Perhaps they would not bring so much grief upon the world if they had their own to deal with.
Rising to her feet, Cassie sealed her own wounds with her tongue and watched the man for a moment. He still slept soundly and she wondered if what she was trying to attempt would even work. Johnathon had done this to her, but she didn't fully understand how everything worked. Perhaps there was a certain method to it that she didn't know. Either way, she hoped that when the crew learned of what was happening aboard their ship they would make port sooner. Perhaps she could escape then. Perhaps this man would even help her, since she had been the one to sire him.
She had wasted too much time here and Cassie worried that she would be found. She left the room and hurried back along the corridor to her own, closing the door behind her and wishing she didn't have to lock herself away like this when she'd been free. It wouldn't do for them to suspect she had anything to do with the turning of that man.
Jamie
The food aboard the Lust Pillager was not always appetizing but Jamie looked forward to this time of day the most. It always felt good to be inside and warm with his new family and not have to run about for once. As long as he had something warm and filling in his belly, he was usually content. Tonight was no different but he had grown tired and his thoughts were still on the lady that the men had brought aboard. He wondered if she had yet been fed but when he tried to ask the cook for seconds for the captive, his words were met with a laugh and a "Fuck off outta tha'."
So, Jamie sat back down next to some of the younger members of crew and made the most of the warmth from the crowd of men while he could. Some days could be blisteringly hot aboard the ship but the nights always grew cold. Eventually, his eyelids grew heavy and he rose from the bench he was sitting on to head back to his bunk. He would be roused early in the morning, as he was every morning, and he wanted to make the most of his time to rest.
Most of the hallways were quiet as most of the men who weren't still working liked to gather in the Mess for their evenings. He would get some peace and quiet before the rest of them retired for the night. Jamie had just turned the corridor when a flash of cream caught his attention. Sleepily, he lifted his head just in time to see the woman slip back into her room and close the door behind her. Jamie frowned, had they not locked the door once they'd put her inside? Surely they hadn't risked her getting out...but then, where would she go?
He crossed to her door and turned the key, locking it up. After all, he would only get the blame for letting her out if someone realized she'd escaped around the same time he had left the Mess. Especially since he'd been asking about giving her something to eat. He wondered if she had somehow picked the lock but the key had still rested in the door...where had she even been going?
"Whose there?" her voice called through the door and Jamie froze but didn't say anything. He wouldn't risk letting her know who he was in case she tried to use it against him somehow. He always felt badly for the captives but he didn't want to risk his own life for them. Turning away, he hurried back to his own room and climbed into his bunk. At least she hadn't escaped. The Captain would have gone insane.
Cassandra
Cassie realized that the pirate outside the door had heard her words and had taken offence if the tone of his voice was anything to go by. Good, she thought, despite his angry words that met her through the thick wood of the door. She wondered what would happen if she went on threatening him and the rest of the crew. Would they kill her or just try to torture her, horribly? She didn't think she would like to find out, regardless. Even if she was stronger now, she could not overpower a number of them. She worried, too, of what would happen once morning came and the sun rose in the sky. Would they bring her up onto the deck? She had yet to risk stepping into the sunlight but she had no doubt that the experience would be a painful one. The heat of the sun made her uncomfortable even with the curtains drawn in her room. She didn't like the prickling sensation that was a result of being too close to the sun's rays.
The pirate's voice came again, pulling Cassie from her thoughts. Rage rose within her chest and fear clutched her heart. Surely they had not killed her family. What would be the point in taking her alive if they could not hold her hostage to exchange for coin? She knew the answer to that but did not like to dwell on it. She wanted desperately to tear down the door and silence the man outside it, she even rose to her feet and clenched her fists at her sides, but she did not take a step to cross the room. She could not display her true strength if she wanted to survive this. She would have to keep her new found abilities to herself and use them wisely. It was her only hope of escaping.
Cassie remained silent and sat back down on the cot, closing her eyes and crying softly again. The man outside told her he was leaving and she was glad. She didn't want to hear what they may or may not have done to her family. She had to believe that they were ok, otherwise what was the point in surviving? She had nothing to return to if they were dead. She listened while his footsteps traveled down the hallway and up a flight of stairs and then rose from where she'd been sitting. She slipped a pin from her hair and brushed at her eyes as she crossed to the door. She did not know how to pick locks and she was aware that she would most likely fail at the task but she crouched down in front of the lock, even so, and attempting to free herself.
**
Jamie was barely fifteen and had been aboard the Lusty Pillager for almost a year now. He had been an orphan when the band of men had come to the port he lived on and when he had heard tell that they were looking for strong young boys to help on deck, he had offered his services at once. Many would look at the life of a pirate with fear and revulsion but not Jamie. This way of life meant a roof over his head and food in his belly and he was content with that. If he had not come aboard the ship he may be dead now.
Jamie had been rushing about on deck, doing as he was ordered by whatever crew member happened to spot him. Even so, he had seen them bring the young woman aboard the ship and his curiosity was peaking. He wondered why they had taken this one, specifically, and he hoped that she would live long enough to make it to wherever they were taking her. He didn't like it when the prisoners were killed or hurt below deck by one of the crew members. Sometimes their screams would keep him awake at night. Most of them were innocent enough, he imagined, and he didn't like to think of what happened behind the closed door of that storage room.
Jamie's attention was caught by Jacob as he resurfaced from below deck. He watched as the man helped to raise the sails for a moment before a quick slap to the back of his head reminded him that he should be working, too. He hurried to help tip unwanted items over the side of the ship as they began to withdraw from the dock. As soon as he had the chance, however, Jamie found himself next to Jacob and glanced up at the older man.
"Hey, Mr. Kidd. I saw ya bring that lady below deck. What's the story with 'er?" He didn't expect much of an answer and braced himself for another slap to encourage him to get back to work but he had always been very curious and he hovered next to him still, awaiting his response.
Cassie realized that the pirate outside the door had heard her words and had taken offence if the tone of his voice was anything to go by. Good, she thought, despite his angry words that met her through the thick wood of the door. She wondered what would happen if she went on threatening him and the rest of the crew. Would they kill her or just try to torture her, horribly? She didn't think she would like to find out, regardless. Even if she was stronger now, she could not overpower a number of them. She worried, too, of what would happen once morning came and the sun rose in the sky. Would they bring her up onto the deck? She had yet to risk stepping into the sunlight but she had no doubt that the experience would be a painful one. The heat of the sun made her uncomfortable even with the curtains drawn in her room. She didn't like the prickling sensation that was a result of being too close to the sun's rays.
The pirate's voice came again, pulling Cassie from her thoughts. Rage rose within her chest and fear clutched her heart. Surely they had not killed her family. What would be the point in taking her alive if they could not hold her hostage to exchange for coin? She knew the answer to that but did not like to dwell on it. She wanted desperately to tear down the door and silence the man outside it, she even rose to her feet and clenched her fists at her sides, but she did not take a step to cross the room. She could not display her true strength if she wanted to survive this. She would have to keep her new found abilities to herself and use them wisely. It was her only hope of escaping.
Cassie remained silent and sat back down on the cot, closing her eyes and crying softly again. The man outside told her he was leaving and she was glad. She didn't want to hear what they may or may not have done to her family. She had to believe that they were ok, otherwise what was the point in surviving? She had nothing to return to if they were dead. She listened while his footsteps traveled down the hallway and up a flight of stairs and then rose from where she'd been sitting. She slipped a pin from her hair and brushed at her eyes as she crossed to the door. She did not know how to pick locks and she was aware that she would most likely fail at the task but she crouched down in front of the lock, even so, and attempting to free herself.
**
Jamie was barely fifteen and had been aboard the Lusty Pillager for almost a year now. He had been an orphan when the band of men had come to the port he lived on and when he had heard tell that they were looking for strong young boys to help on deck, he had offered his services at once. Many would look at the life of a pirate with fear and revulsion but not Jamie. This way of life meant a roof over his head and food in his belly and he was content with that. If he had not come aboard the ship he may be dead now.
Jamie had been rushing about on deck, doing as he was ordered by whatever crew member happened to spot him. Even so, he had seen them bring the young woman aboard the ship and his curiosity was peaking. He wondered why they had taken this one, specifically, and he hoped that she would live long enough to make it to wherever they were taking her. He didn't like it when the prisoners were killed or hurt below deck by one of the crew members. Sometimes their screams would keep him awake at night. Most of them were innocent enough, he imagined, and he didn't like to think of what happened behind the closed door of that storage room.
Jamie's attention was caught by Jacob as he resurfaced from below deck. He watched as the man helped to raise the sails for a moment before a quick slap to the back of his head reminded him that he should be working, too. He hurried to help tip unwanted items over the side of the ship as they began to withdraw from the dock. As soon as he had the chance, however, Jamie found himself next to Jacob and glanced up at the older man.
"Hey, Mr. Kidd. I saw ya bring that lady below deck. What's the story with 'er?" He didn't expect much of an answer and braced himself for another slap to encourage him to get back to work but he had always been very curious and he hovered next to him still, awaiting his response.
Cassandra
Cassie hadn't really expected to be answered but the whistling that had started a little while before she'd called out, stopped suddenly and she heard boots cross the wooden floor just outside her door. At first, she thought he might be opening it and her body tensed up, preparing for an attack or to try and escape should she have the opportunity but her ankles were still bound and she couldn't imagine getting loose in time. It didn't matter, regardless, because the door remained shut and locked and he simply spoke through the thick wood.
Cassie continued to struggle with the bindings on her ankles, her hands clumsy and shaking with fear. She tried to focus but it was hard when she was still in such a state of panic. The man outside the door spoke and she stopped moving while she listened to him. "Liar," she hissed as soon as his first sentence reached her. She had already been hurt and not one of them seemed to hold any regard for it. If she were still human she imagined she would be bruised and bloody. Perhaps bones would have been broken. Her body ached but at least she could bear it and her skin appeared unharmed.
"Let them come. I'll kill every one of them," she whispered, the shaking in her hands slowing enough for her to get a better grip on the rope around her legs. She combined the strength from her ankles and hands and pulled apart, satisfied when she felt parts of the rope tear a little. It took another few moments of effort but soon her legs were free too and she dropped the mangled rope to the side, away from her.
Cassie rubbed her sore ankles before standing up. The swaying of the boat was unfamiliar to her and the man outside the door had begun to whistle again, though this time it sounded far more sinister. Fear had frozen in her chest and she held a hand against the wall next to her to steady herself. Once she'd felt a little more stable, she stumbled across the room to the cot and sat down on that, instead. She made sure to make her steps loud so the man outside the door would know she had escaped her bindings. Perhaps he would come in and attempt to tie her up again. She could fight one of them at least. She was sure of it. She was stronger now and she needed to remember that.
The whistling had come to an end but rather than make Cassie feel more at ease, she felt more tense. Why had he stopped now? What was he doing? Had he heard her footsteps and decided to investigate? She pushed herself to her feet and watched the door, though she could barely make it out in the darkness.
Cassie hadn't really expected to be answered but the whistling that had started a little while before she'd called out, stopped suddenly and she heard boots cross the wooden floor just outside her door. At first, she thought he might be opening it and her body tensed up, preparing for an attack or to try and escape should she have the opportunity but her ankles were still bound and she couldn't imagine getting loose in time. It didn't matter, regardless, because the door remained shut and locked and he simply spoke through the thick wood.
Cassie continued to struggle with the bindings on her ankles, her hands clumsy and shaking with fear. She tried to focus but it was hard when she was still in such a state of panic. The man outside the door spoke and she stopped moving while she listened to him. "Liar," she hissed as soon as his first sentence reached her. She had already been hurt and not one of them seemed to hold any regard for it. If she were still human she imagined she would be bruised and bloody. Perhaps bones would have been broken. Her body ached but at least she could bear it and her skin appeared unharmed.
"Let them come. I'll kill every one of them," she whispered, the shaking in her hands slowing enough for her to get a better grip on the rope around her legs. She combined the strength from her ankles and hands and pulled apart, satisfied when she felt parts of the rope tear a little. It took another few moments of effort but soon her legs were free too and she dropped the mangled rope to the side, away from her.
Cassie rubbed her sore ankles before standing up. The swaying of the boat was unfamiliar to her and the man outside the door had begun to whistle again, though this time it sounded far more sinister. Fear had frozen in her chest and she held a hand against the wall next to her to steady herself. Once she'd felt a little more stable, she stumbled across the room to the cot and sat down on that, instead. She made sure to make her steps loud so the man outside the door would know she had escaped her bindings. Perhaps he would come in and attempt to tie her up again. She could fight one of them at least. She was sure of it. She was stronger now and she needed to remember that.
The whistling had come to an end but rather than make Cassie feel more at ease, she felt more tense. Why had he stopped now? What was he doing? Had he heard her footsteps and decided to investigate? She pushed herself to her feet and watched the door, though she could barely make it out in the darkness.
Cassandra
They hadn't come quietly.
Cassie hadn't been long in bed. Sleep didn't come to her the way it used to, especially at night. She found she lay awake in the dark just staring at the ceiling for hours until the sun rose. Then, she would draw her curtains and close her eyes. She wasn't sure if sleep ever found her but she often felt better once she'd opened them again. She never dreamed. Not anymore. Tonight was no different. She had laid down in her bed, ignoring the burning desire in her throat - that almost insatiable thirst. She didn't wish to feed tonight. Her last taste of blood had been two evenings previous and she had almost killed him. She wondered if he were dead now? After all, he had no home and nothing to keep him warm or fed. Perhaps they all died when she'd fed from them. Perhaps it would have been kinder to snap their necks while they slept.
She'd heard commotion coming from outside. Her senses were heightened in this new form and she sat up to listen. She couldn't pick out the words but she did not recognize the voices. She should have gone to rouse her parents then. She shouldn't have presumed it was only the staff. It wasn't until the screams started that she realized something was horribly wrong. She didn't have long to react, either. Soon the door of her bedchambers was thrown open and three men entered. Terror clutched Cassie and she rose to her feet in a hurry. It felt odd to be so frightened and to have no movement in her chest. Her heart remained still inside her rib cage but dread pooled low in her stomach, making her feel ill. She could smell the sweat and salt on their skin and beyond that, the scent of their blood; rich and inviting. Their hearts beat, but not with fear. Something else...excitement? Lust? Hatred?
Before she'd had time to react, to try and fight them off, there was a sack thrown over her head. She struggled as their rough hands grabbed her body and they seemed surprised by her strength. One called out for others to help while she screamed, thrashing about in an attempt to free herself from their grip. She wished she were strong enough to escape them but it had been days since she'd last fed and fear made it hard to think. This version of herself was still so new, she didn't know how best to use it.
They half dragged her, half carried her out of the house. The cool night air didn't affect her the way it once had but she was very aware of it. She focused on the sounds and smells around her, trying to make sense of the direction they were moving should she manage to escape. Cassie screamed for help, begged anyone to come to her aid but her pleads were only met by laughter. One kept calling her 'Princess'. She felt his hand on her head and then his lips. She could smell the rum on his breath even through the sack and she struggled, shaking her head in an attempt to escape his touch. She screamed again, louder, desperately. What would they do to her once they had her aboard? What could they possibly want from her? She didn't like to think of the answer and her struggles increased until something hard connected with her ribs and she cried out in pain.
The air was knocked from her lungs and Cassie gasped in an attempt to get it back. Her muscles hurt and she fell silent. They were near the water now. She could hear it and taste it in the air. Nobody would save her now. She imagined they would dare attempt to. Not with a ship full of pirates to go against. This realization was more frightening than anything else and she cried softly. She was dropped to the floor - wooden - and realized that she was on deck. Not having her sight was disorientating and frightening and she wanted nothing more than to rip the sack from her head. Someone caught her wrists and bound them, then her feet. It was eerily quiet and she wondered why? What could be coming that required this silence?
Suddenly Cassie was heaved off the ground and carried somewhere else. The one who called her 'Princess' was back and she felt something connect with her bottom. She blushed furiously with shame and anger. She wanted to see his face, the man that was treating her this way. She would have her revenge, eventually. They had made a mistake choosing her to bring on board. She'd kill every last one of them if she had to.
Suddenly the hands released her and Cassie cried out again as she passed through air and then hit the wooden floors abruptly and painfully. She whimpered in pain, the wind knocked from her lungs once more and she remained still. She had no energy or will to move just yet and she listened as a door was locked somewhere behind her. There was someone still here, though. She could hear his heartbeat, smell his blood. Fear struck her at the thought that he was locked in this room with her. What would he do?
Moments passed and there was no further movement. Cassie struggled to sit up but it took her a number of minutes. She leaned against the wall closest to her and pulled with all of her strength against the rope around her wrists. It didn't tear like she had hoped but she was creating a little more room. She was stronger now than she had been as a human and suddenly she was incredibly grateful for this curse. Perhaps it would help her to survive a little longer.
Now that she had more room within the bindings on her wrists, Cassie worked on pulling her hands from them. It was difficult, whatever way they had tied the knots was complicated, but eventually she managed to free one hand and pulled the sack from over her head. She inhaled deeply, resting her head back against the wooden wall behind her as she took in the room. It was very dark and there was little to look at, either way. A wooden cot was pushed against one wall with a very thin mattress on top of it. There was a wooden chair, too, and a bucket that she imagined was used in place of a chamber pot. Cassie cried again as she looked around the dark room, pulling at the rope around her ankles. There was someone outside of the door still. She could hear him breathing.
"You'll regret this," she swore, her voice thick with fear and tears. "All of you. You'll regret bringing me aboard this ship. Please, just let me go. I'll give you whatever you want," she reasoned. She wondered if her family were alive or if they'd been killed while she'd been taken? If she was to be used as ransom they would have been spared, surely?
They hadn't come quietly.
Cassie hadn't been long in bed. Sleep didn't come to her the way it used to, especially at night. She found she lay awake in the dark just staring at the ceiling for hours until the sun rose. Then, she would draw her curtains and close her eyes. She wasn't sure if sleep ever found her but she often felt better once she'd opened them again. She never dreamed. Not anymore. Tonight was no different. She had laid down in her bed, ignoring the burning desire in her throat - that almost insatiable thirst. She didn't wish to feed tonight. Her last taste of blood had been two evenings previous and she had almost killed him. She wondered if he were dead now? After all, he had no home and nothing to keep him warm or fed. Perhaps they all died when she'd fed from them. Perhaps it would have been kinder to snap their necks while they slept.
She'd heard commotion coming from outside. Her senses were heightened in this new form and she sat up to listen. She couldn't pick out the words but she did not recognize the voices. She should have gone to rouse her parents then. She shouldn't have presumed it was only the staff. It wasn't until the screams started that she realized something was horribly wrong. She didn't have long to react, either. Soon the door of her bedchambers was thrown open and three men entered. Terror clutched Cassie and she rose to her feet in a hurry. It felt odd to be so frightened and to have no movement in her chest. Her heart remained still inside her rib cage but dread pooled low in her stomach, making her feel ill. She could smell the sweat and salt on their skin and beyond that, the scent of their blood; rich and inviting. Their hearts beat, but not with fear. Something else...excitement? Lust? Hatred?
Before she'd had time to react, to try and fight them off, there was a sack thrown over her head. She struggled as their rough hands grabbed her body and they seemed surprised by her strength. One called out for others to help while she screamed, thrashing about in an attempt to free herself from their grip. She wished she were strong enough to escape them but it had been days since she'd last fed and fear made it hard to think. This version of herself was still so new, she didn't know how best to use it.
They half dragged her, half carried her out of the house. The cool night air didn't affect her the way it once had but she was very aware of it. She focused on the sounds and smells around her, trying to make sense of the direction they were moving should she manage to escape. Cassie screamed for help, begged anyone to come to her aid but her pleads were only met by laughter. One kept calling her 'Princess'. She felt his hand on her head and then his lips. She could smell the rum on his breath even through the sack and she struggled, shaking her head in an attempt to escape his touch. She screamed again, louder, desperately. What would they do to her once they had her aboard? What could they possibly want from her? She didn't like to think of the answer and her struggles increased until something hard connected with her ribs and she cried out in pain.
The air was knocked from her lungs and Cassie gasped in an attempt to get it back. Her muscles hurt and she fell silent. They were near the water now. She could hear it and taste it in the air. Nobody would save her now. She imagined they would dare attempt to. Not with a ship full of pirates to go against. This realization was more frightening than anything else and she cried softly. She was dropped to the floor - wooden - and realized that she was on deck. Not having her sight was disorientating and frightening and she wanted nothing more than to rip the sack from her head. Someone caught her wrists and bound them, then her feet. It was eerily quiet and she wondered why? What could be coming that required this silence?
Suddenly Cassie was heaved off the ground and carried somewhere else. The one who called her 'Princess' was back and she felt something connect with her bottom. She blushed furiously with shame and anger. She wanted to see his face, the man that was treating her this way. She would have her revenge, eventually. They had made a mistake choosing her to bring on board. She'd kill every last one of them if she had to.
Suddenly the hands released her and Cassie cried out again as she passed through air and then hit the wooden floors abruptly and painfully. She whimpered in pain, the wind knocked from her lungs once more and she remained still. She had no energy or will to move just yet and she listened as a door was locked somewhere behind her. There was someone still here, though. She could hear his heartbeat, smell his blood. Fear struck her at the thought that he was locked in this room with her. What would he do?
Moments passed and there was no further movement. Cassie struggled to sit up but it took her a number of minutes. She leaned against the wall closest to her and pulled with all of her strength against the rope around her wrists. It didn't tear like she had hoped but she was creating a little more room. She was stronger now than she had been as a human and suddenly she was incredibly grateful for this curse. Perhaps it would help her to survive a little longer.
Now that she had more room within the bindings on her wrists, Cassie worked on pulling her hands from them. It was difficult, whatever way they had tied the knots was complicated, but eventually she managed to free one hand and pulled the sack from over her head. She inhaled deeply, resting her head back against the wooden wall behind her as she took in the room. It was very dark and there was little to look at, either way. A wooden cot was pushed against one wall with a very thin mattress on top of it. There was a wooden chair, too, and a bucket that she imagined was used in place of a chamber pot. Cassie cried again as she looked around the dark room, pulling at the rope around her ankles. There was someone outside of the door still. She could hear him breathing.
"You'll regret this," she swore, her voice thick with fear and tears. "All of you. You'll regret bringing me aboard this ship. Please, just let me go. I'll give you whatever you want," she reasoned. She wondered if her family were alive or if they'd been killed while she'd been taken? If she was to be used as ransom they would have been spared, surely?
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I'd also be interested in the Grim Sanctuary idea of yours and I think I meet all of your requirements. If you're looking for a second person for it, please let me know. I, too, prefer to roleplay via PMs and I'll try to get at least one reply to you every day or every second day unless something comes up.
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