The Captain was standing at the tents, on the edges of the group of them, when the caravan and their prisoner arrived. Melodia looked stern and when she saw the Roe, her eyes went wide. Her voice was a whisper, "By the hells....tha' can'no be..."
"Oh but it is ye harlot....an' based on me own reports, tha's th' apt title f'r ye of late." She retorted. She was carrying a cane and thumped it to the ground, chuckling. The others laughed along with her aside from Ransay, who smirked but stared at Melodia from the side. She hadn't even seen him yet. "'S been a while, Melodia. Ye've had us all in such a state o' worry, wha' with ye runnin' off th' way ye did...." The Captain approached and the others parted allowing her to close in on the smaller Miqo'te. When she was within mere ilms, her large hand grabbed the woman's ponytail and jerked her head back with a vicious pull and she hissed. "...joinin' up with th' Jackets...whorin' yerself out th' way ye do now. Ye should'a let me kill ye on tha' beach when ye had th' chance....save ye from th' life ye chose." She let Melodia go and turned to walk back, her cane gesturing at the Elezen who watched keenly from the side. "Ye remember Ramsay? He remembers ye quite well, whore." The Roe's words stung Melodia each time she spoke.
As Melodia looked and saw Ramsay, her heart broke, and she wanted nothing more than crawl into a hole and curl into the fetal position. This man who'd tortured her, had....done the unspeakable. He chuckled at her reaction. "Girly's 'fraid o' me, Cap'n. Maybe she'd feel more comfortable with me if I rutted 'er in one o' these tents...wha' say ye, lass? Ye don' seem th' type t' say no t' anyone." The group laughed heartily at that and the Captain had taken a seat and had plucked up a whip that had been near the tent. "Aye...ye c'n have her....after I've had me piece."
Melodia was trembling. It had been years since she'd seen either of these two, and had never seen these new faces, but she was sure Ramsay and the Captain had been dead. Sure of it. Why then now, when she was just finding happiness, did they -
She was suddenly being moved to a spot near the water in the cave behind the tents. Guards were posted to lookout on all entrance ways and it was clear that these pirates had bought their time at the camp, to afford them some privacy. Melodia was pushed to her knees and forced to lean forward while her top was nearly ripped off, exposing her back. The Captain's voice was cold. "Th' water's a luxury....s' ye c'n piss yerself if ye need with some dignity. After I finish an' Ramsay's had his fun with ye, I'll finish what I should'a done with ye three years ago."
Melodia began to weep as she was bound and unable to run. She'd gotten so lax in her recent days. Had made it so easy for people to track her, to catch her off guard. And now she was stuck.
*CRACK*
The whip ripped at her back and she screamed in pain, her voice echoing throughout the cavern, accompanied by the laughter of the half dozen men and women surrounding her.
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Ruru watched from a hidden position and had listened. His sword drew easily and he took a deep breath. The piss poor guard stationed at the entrance still hadn't seen him and he moved quickly, the steps quieter than they should have been when his sword sank into the back of the man's neck and through his throat, silencing any scream he would have mustered. As he fell dead at the lalafell's feet Ruru counted off in his head.
'One down...six to go.'
"Oh but it is ye harlot....an' based on me own reports, tha's th' apt title f'r ye of late." She retorted. She was carrying a cane and thumped it to the ground, chuckling. The others laughed along with her aside from Ransay, who smirked but stared at Melodia from the side. She hadn't even seen him yet. "'S been a while, Melodia. Ye've had us all in such a state o' worry, wha' with ye runnin' off th' way ye did...." The Captain approached and the others parted allowing her to close in on the smaller Miqo'te. When she was within mere ilms, her large hand grabbed the woman's ponytail and jerked her head back with a vicious pull and she hissed. "...joinin' up with th' Jackets...whorin' yerself out th' way ye do now. Ye should'a let me kill ye on tha' beach when ye had th' chance....save ye from th' life ye chose." She let Melodia go and turned to walk back, her cane gesturing at the Elezen who watched keenly from the side. "Ye remember Ramsay? He remembers ye quite well, whore." The Roe's words stung Melodia each time she spoke.
As Melodia looked and saw Ramsay, her heart broke, and she wanted nothing more than crawl into a hole and curl into the fetal position. This man who'd tortured her, had....done the unspeakable. He chuckled at her reaction. "Girly's 'fraid o' me, Cap'n. Maybe she'd feel more comfortable with me if I rutted 'er in one o' these tents...wha' say ye, lass? Ye don' seem th' type t' say no t' anyone." The group laughed heartily at that and the Captain had taken a seat and had plucked up a whip that had been near the tent. "Aye...ye c'n have her....after I've had me piece."
Melodia was trembling. It had been years since she'd seen either of these two, and had never seen these new faces, but she was sure Ramsay and the Captain had been dead. Sure of it. Why then now, when she was just finding happiness, did they -
She was suddenly being moved to a spot near the water in the cave behind the tents. Guards were posted to lookout on all entrance ways and it was clear that these pirates had bought their time at the camp, to afford them some privacy. Melodia was pushed to her knees and forced to lean forward while her top was nearly ripped off, exposing her back. The Captain's voice was cold. "Th' water's a luxury....s' ye c'n piss yerself if ye need with some dignity. After I finish an' Ramsay's had his fun with ye, I'll finish what I should'a done with ye three years ago."
Melodia began to weep as she was bound and unable to run. She'd gotten so lax in her recent days. Had made it so easy for people to track her, to catch her off guard. And now she was stuck.
*CRACK*
The whip ripped at her back and she screamed in pain, her voice echoing throughout the cavern, accompanied by the laughter of the half dozen men and women surrounding her.
____________________________________________________________
Ruru watched from a hidden position and had listened. His sword drew easily and he took a deep breath. The piss poor guard stationed at the entrance still hadn't seen him and he moved quickly, the steps quieter than they should have been when his sword sank into the back of the man's neck and through his throat, silencing any scream he would have mustered. As he fell dead at the lalafell's feet Ruru counted off in his head.
'One down...six to go.'
