11 Chapter 11: Against her Will

Danielle laid sideways on the bed with eyes locked on the door. Waiting and hoping every moment that past someone would come through the door and check on her. She sighed louder than the last at the fruitless waiting. Turning onto her recovered back, she looked up at the ceiling of the room wondering how long has it been since she came here. How many days has it been? How are her friends reacting to her disappearance, how will her family react to their daughter vanishing into thin air at sea? Or maybe she has been erased from their memory?

This would never have happened if she hadn't chased after that weird glowing lady alone, Wooo, what a pretty moon! The sight of the moon distracted her from her original thoughts. Night?! Has it been that long since she was left in here?!!

"This just will not do!" She sat up stretching her arms above her head.

She couldn't take this imprisonment any longer, so she made up her mind to do a little exploration. After all, she has a growling stomach to settle.

Silently, she moved around in a stealthy manner with eyes keeping a look out of her surround as she finds her way down the corridor to the stairways Cale brought her up in the afternoon. There was something odd about the house being so huge like this for a Captain at sea. Why would a man who lives out at sea require a house this huge or rather where did he get the money to buy this house?

Gasping softly with hand over her mouth, she exclaimed. "Was it all an act this afternoon so he could lock me in here to serve some fat belly Lord!!"

Shite! She cursed inwardly as realization hit her hard that she had been scammed! How could she have let her guard down, uggh, whatever it was, now was the time to escape. As she took a few steady steps down, there was soft murmuring coming from the bottom of the stairs and peering carefully over the railing she sees two shadow figures growing towards the stairs. There goes her chance to escape.

She did not stay long to see if they would walk up the steps. Immediately she backtracks to her room but thought otherwise. If he was informed that she would be placed in this room he would definitely make his way here and Poseidon knows what he would do to her. As the voices grew louder, her shuffle turned to a dash as she ran down the corridor opposite from where her room was and entered the next nearest room.

"The Saurs won't stay here for long. We have to make good use of whatever time they are here to see if we can either get Artty off or us on the ship."

"I will see what I can gather in the day."

Damon pat his shoulders as they reached the top of the steps. "I would probably make a trip down the dock as well, there is someone who might get me the information I require."

The look in Damon eye showed that his mind was starting to wander off a bit. "Tell the girl to come to my room first thing tomorrow."

"About the girl, Capt." Cale shouted to Damon who was already making his way towards his room.

"Good Night, Cally."

Cale was about to chase after him but was halted by Matilda who grab his arm.

"What is it?"

"She's missing."

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Damon entered his room and allow the feel of comfort wash over him. It had been a long and rough day for him. Getting Eretria to cool and planning his next course of action with his crews took more than a toll on him.

He sighed heavily as he crossed his room to his study table where he sensed something was amiss. Someone had removed something from his table. With a watchful eye he turned to scan the surrounding in his room and immediately caught sight of where the thief was hiding.

Danielle held her hand over her mouth to silence her deep panting. Of all the rooms she could have pick, she entered the hell. She regretted it the moment she had entered, it was the fat belly Lord's room! As expected, she caught sight of a knife on the table and grab it before diving under the bed. This was a precaution should he finds her, she could stab his gut.

When the door of the room opened, she watched his every footstep from under the bed. Holding her breath whenever he stops moving. She was hoping that he would just go to bed so that she could crawl out and escape. Miraculously, her prayers were heard. Her eyes looked up to the back of a pair boots facing her and shortly the creaking of the bed above her. Yes! That's it go to bed you fatty!

That moment of excitement turned to horror. Something had grabbed on to her ankle and before she could make sense, she was pulled out from undercover.

"How long are you going to spy me from under my bed?"

That voice. Harshly turned over on her back she instinctively held the knife up to Damon's throat instead of some sort of fatty Lord.

"You!" She exclaimed.

"Not bad, but do you know the price you have to pay?"

Shite! She must have a death wish still keeping the knife to his throat. Immediately she dropped her hand with the knife and pushed him back hard on the shoulder and scrambled on the bed to escape but she was too late. He caught her again by her ankle again and this time successfully pinning her down with his weight on her legs and wrist held above her head. She was simply no match to his strength.

"Let me go!" She struggled under him.

"Are my rules not clear enough for you to abide to? Or perhaps did you come in here seeking pleasure?

Danielle was aghast when he single handedly ripped the button of her doublet apart and tug on the neckline of her shirt open.

"Any women bedded by you would be damn."

"Then I shall allow you to be one of those women."

Despite her struggles, he tugged at her jacket pulling it above her head tying a knot at the bedpost. With her hands out of the way he ripped her shirt apart and pulled her breeches off leaving her with nothing on.

She pleaded to him for clemency, but it fell on deaf ears when he parted her thighs and forceful thrust himself in her. She had lost it, lost her virginity to a brute due to her stubbornness. She cried as he continued his wildly act like a beast until he shivered and groan out in pleasure and collapsed on her.

Taking a long moment of rest till his racing heart rate slowed, he pulled himself off her only to be surprised at what glisten in reflection of the moonlight on her thighs. To put his suspicion at eased, he was faced with horror instead. The crimson patch stained on his bed below her screamed the truth in his face. She was a virgin!

He let out a series of curses as he left his bed to put on his clothes again. Not a word of apology he headed towards the door. Just before he left he said to her, "I will draw you up a bath. Stay in here."

At the clicked of the door, tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably, cursing herself if she ever had his child.