Shiver Me Timbers: Surrender the Booty [5]
Title: Shiver Me Timbers: Surrender the Booty
Pairing: Donghae/Sungmin
Genre: Pirate!AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rape, violence, swearing,
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Dread settled into Sungmin’s stomach, heavy like the lead cannonballs they had fired at the junk only hours beforehand. His skin felt cold, and pulled tight from the dried blood and saltwater and vomit. His hair was matted and filthy, pulling at his scalp.
The bed was soft, far more comfortable than the hammock he had been forced to sleep in the past several days, but his mind barely registered the luxury. How could he focus on that when Donghae was prowling toward him, black eyes glinting, lips stretched in a wicked grin. Donghae looked as if he were a great tiger, and Sungmin was a trembling mouse.
Donghae’s weapons belt fell to the floor with a loud clatter, blades and pistols bouncing unceremoniously onto the pile of clothes that contained Donghae’s jacket, vest, sash, chest holsters, and shirt.
The hat was the only thing that Donghae removed with care. He plucked it off his head and ran his hand affectionately around the brim of it, almost as if he were stroking a beloved pet. He placed the hat on one of the bedposts.
He continued walking forward, kicking his boots off as he went, smirking savagely when he reached the head of the bed. “Here we are at last, Princess,” he said, practically purring.
His instincts screamed at him to run, to pull away, but Sungmin forced himself to remain perfectly still as Donghae ran his knuckles along Sungmin’s jawline. Sungmin squeezed his hands into fists as he suppressed the shudder that was trying to creep its way up his spine, biting down to hold back the cry of pain as his nails broke the skin of the fleshy palms of his hands. Despite being coated in filth, Donghae’s touch felt like the vilest sensation of all.
Sungmin swallowed, and reminded himself to breathe. Breathing was supposed to be an involuntary action, but he found himself forcing himself to inhale and exhale.
“You look terrified,” Donghae remarked, smirk spreading even wider, taking pleasure in Sungmin’s fear.
“I- I-” Sungmin stammered, gaping like a fish out of water.
“Oh I do love it when you curl your pretty pink lips into that nice O-shape for me,” Donghae crooned. “It brings back such pleasant memories for me.”
Sungmin wanted to snarl, wanted to grab Donghae by his tiny braids and rip them out of his skull. But Sungmin was paralyzed with fear, and instead shut his mouth and swallowed.
Donghae watched the bob of Sungmin’s Adam’s apple with a dark, hungry glint in his eyes. He made eye contact with Sungmin, eye contact Sungmin was too petrified to break, and licked his lips slowly and purposefully. “Yes, you practice swallowing for me,” Donghae murmured.
Donghae’s hand traced down the side of Sungmin’s neck, and he hooked the collar of Sungmin’s shirt with his finger, dragging the neckline lower, exposing Sungmin’s smooth, hairless, milky chest. Sungmin’s chest was plump enough to squeeze, unblemished from the luxurious life he was snatched away from.
When Donghae squeezed Sungmin’s right pectoral, Sungmin was jolted out of his terrified reverie and gasped in alarm. Donghae smirked and squeezed tighter.
“Donghae,” Sungmin squeaked out. He cleared his throat. “Captain Donghae,” he amended. “Captain, I’m filthy. Su- surely you want me to scrub all this blood and vomit away first?” he asked hopefully. Anything to put off his dreaded fate.
Donghae’s eyes clouded as he considered Sungmin’s words. After a moment’s deliberation, he nodded.
“Very well, Princess,” Donghae said, removing his hand from Sungmin’s chest. “You may use my bathtub. But be quick about it, and no funny business.”
Sungmin nodded dutifully and carefully got off the bed. He crept around Donghae, heading in the direction that Donghae had gestured in, and hurriedly crossed the cabin. Donghae was right behind him, Sungmin realized when he received a solid smack on the ass. He jumped in alarm, and mentally cursed himself for looking like such a fool.
“Liked that, did you?” Donghae asked smugly.
Sungmin could hear the smirk in his voice. He hated it.
Sungmin chose not to respond. He walked through the short doorway, ducking just the slightest bit to pass through without hitting his head. The room, which was barely even a room, was cramped with a copper bathtub lined with linen, and buckets.
Sungmin, to his dismay, found himself longing for his fine clawfoot bathtub. He shook the thought from his head. He refused to be the ‘Princess’ that the pirates constantly mocked him about.
“Well, start getting undressed,” Donghae said, grabbing the four massive buckets the took up a third of the room. The buckets had long lines attached to them, no doubt used to retrieve water while standing on deck. “I’ll have the crew fetch my princess some water.”
Sungmin bit back a snarl as he slowly set about removing his filthy clothes, careful to keep the silken Chinese shirt in the pocket of his trousers, so the stains didn’t get to his fine garment. He hissed in pain as he removed his shirt, the blood from his wounds, as well as the blood from his foes, causing the material to stick to his skin. Sungmin dropped the shirt to the floor, grimacing as he took in all of the stains and tears. He would need a new shirt.
He had no shoes. That luxury was stripped from him on his first day aboard the Scourge. His feet, already beginning to callous, were a rusty brown color, caked in dried blood and dirt and debris. His tattered trousers joined his shirt on the floor, brown and mottled.
Sungmin stood in the room, naked. A week ago he would have felt ashamed, and would have tried to cover himself. Today, though, he stood with his arms crossed loosely across his torso. He hadn’t had the luxury of privacy at all during his stay on the ship. He was already unphased by the public nudity. He took the time to examine his body.
His hands, forearms, calves, and feet, which before had never seen the sun due to his father locking him up inside their estate, were tanned and worn from all of the ship work he’d had to do. His face and neck, too, were tanned, while his upper arms, thighs, and torso remained the ghostly pale they had always been, a sign of his status and noble upbringing. His knees were bruised, from scrubbing the deck and being Donghae’s plaything, and he was covered in an assortment of cuts and bruises. There was a particularly deep gash on his forearm that looked new, no doubt from the recent battle with the Chinese pirates.
“So our pampered princess gets to take a bath,” Zitao spat, entering the room with two buckets sloshing with water. Another one of the ordinaries, Jongdae, was behind him, carrying the other two buckets. Donghae stood outside of the little room, eyes sparkling in vicious amusement.
Sungmin said nothing. He just watched in silence as Zitao and Jongdae upended their buckets into the tub, filling it about halfway. He was impressed, though he refused to let it show, that they were able to carry such heavy buckets without staggering. Well, he supposed, living on a pirate ship would build up some strength.
“Your highness,” Zitao said, backing out of the room with a mocking bow. “We’ll be back soon with the rest of your water.”
Again, Sungmin was silent. Sungmin refused to give in, refused to give them satisfaction of know that they had riled him up.
When the ordinaries were gone, Donghae stepped into the small room, now that there was space for him. He dragged his eyes up and down Sungmin’s figure, multiple times, making no effort to hide it. In fact, he seemed to be doing all he could to ensure that Sungmin knew that he was sizing him up and drinking him in.
“Such a pity that you’re all scraped up,” Donghae sighed, not sounding the least bit sympathetic. “And the half-tan, half-pale look really doesn’t suit you.” Donghae tutted, shaking his head slightly. “Ah, well. Despite all of this, you’re still the prettiest man on this vessel. Even in this state, you’ll have to do.”
“If I’m so displeasing to you, Captain, you needn’t have me at all,” Sungmin said, trying not to sound too acidic.
Donghae grinned, his teeth shockingly white for a pirate. “Now, now darling, where’s the fun in that?” he asked maliciously. “Plus, you did save my life from that awful Chinese scum,” he added, tapping his chin with an outstretched finger. “Surely you deserve an award for that, hmm?”
Sungmin mentally cursed both himself and Donghae. Why the hell had he saved that stupid bloody pirate? In the heat of the battle, all that was on his mind was survival. He knew he stood a better chance with Donghae’s crew, but he didn’t have to save Donghae’s life like that. He felt like an idiot.
“Just a bath would be award enough,” Sungmin muttered.
“Don’t be so ungrateful,” Donghae ordered, casually crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. “Plenty of people, men and women alike, would kill to be in your place. I’m a bit of a legend, after all, and not just for my skills as a pirate. I know my way around vessels of all kind,” he said, winking lasciviously at Sungmin.
Sungmin couldn’t prevent himself from rolling his eyes at that remark. Donghae’s innuendos were so terrible, they almost physically pained him.
Donghae caught the gesture and smirked. “You’re ever so enjoyable, Princess,” Donghae remarked. “Clever enough to know to be submissive and subservient, but also hotheaded enough to be sassy...” Donghae closed the small gap between them, breath tickling Sungmin’s face. “I shall very much enjoy breaking you.”
Sungmin allowed himself to glower for half heartbeat before returning his face to a neutral expression. The constant berating and physical attacks from all the pirates because of insubordination were quickly turning Sungmin into an obedient prisoner. The fear of death kept him from punching Donghae’s smug face in every time the pirate made a lewd comment, or demanded sexual favors. But his temper was something that Sungmin had always struggled with, especially when being dealt injustices. He had been tiptoeing along a fine line the past several days aboard this accursed ship. Obedient enough to survive, rebellious enough to show that he was not broken.
“The last of your water, Princess,” Zitao announced, entering the room alone, since there was scarcely room for the three of them. He dumped the water unceremoniously into the tub before turning to Donghae and saluting him. “Captain.”
Donghae nodded. “Zitao.”
Zitao exited the room, only to be replaced by Jongdae. Jongdae was silent as he filled the tub the rest of the way up, but the glare he shot at Sungmin was menacing. He, too, turned to salute Donghae, but he said nothing.
“Jongdae,” Donghae said with a nod. “You and Zitao shall fetch the hammocks of our deceased. Tell the remaining three ordinaries that they are to join you. You can get the needles and thread from Heenim.”
“Cap’n,” Zitao nodded, giving Donghae one last salute with Jongdae before swiftly exiting the entire cabin.
“Why doesn’t Jongdae speak?” Sungmin asked, the question bubbling out of him before he could stop it.
Donghae raised one eyebrow slowly. “His tongue was cut out.”
Sungmin bristled. He bore no kind feelings for the ordinary, but that was cruel. “How could you do such a thing?” Sungmin demanded. “Pirate or not, that’s-”
“His tongue wasn’t cut out by me, nor was it done under my orders,” Donghae swiftly interrupted Sungmin. “Are you going to get into your bath that my ordinaries so laboriously drew up for you?”
Sungmin wanted to snap at Donghae, but couldn’t resist the temptation the tub offered.
The water was cold, and Sungmin quickly found out that it was seawater when all of his cuts began to sting as if fire ants were ravaging him, but he refused to show his discomfort. He was silent and he used a piece of his tattered shirt as a wash cloth to scrub his filthy body.
“Jongdae, as well as the rest of my ordinaries and Henry,” Donghae said, stepping closer to the tub, “were victims of Liyin’s fleet.”
Sungmin slowed in his scrubbing, but did not stop or speak.
“They aren’t from the same ship, or even from the same cities,” Donghae continued. “I came across them individually or in pairs. Jongdae and Minseok were together when I found them. They were pressed into working aboard Liyin’s vessel. Jongdae couldn’t learn their native tongue quickly enough, and refused to stop speaking his own native tongue, despite the commands and beatings. So, his tongue was removed. The captain caught Minseok caring for Jongdae after his punishment. As punishment, the pair were left behind on a burning, sinking vessel that they overtook, left alive so that they might burn to death, drown, or be eaten by sharks.”
“I found them, rescued them, and gave them an option. Pledge allegiance to me, or be left to die.” Donghae shrugged. “Obviously, they chose the smarter option.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Sungmin asked, moving from his arms to his feet.
“Why not?” Donghae asked. “You can’t use this information in anyway beneficial to you or harmful to me.”
“Are you not worried you might appear soft, or kind-hearted?” Sungmin asked.
Donghae threw his head back and laughed, that same joyous laughter that gave Sungmin an eerie sensation. Full, happy laughter that did not match the evil nature of the pirate.
“I am neither of those things, and everyone knows it,” Donghae said, eyes glistening ferally. “Recruiting to fill my ranks is not kind, it is a strategy. I’ve killed my own men, tortured them for disobedience. I’ve left ships to burn with crew still on it. I take whatever woman or man I desire, use them until I grow bored, and discard them if they no longer have any use to me.”
Sungmin trembled in the tub, and it had nothing to do with the cold, now-grimy water.
“Liyin and her subordinate captains may be wicked bastards,” Donghae said, gripping Sungmin’s chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing Sungmin to meet his gaze. “But they’re nothing compared to me.”
Sungmin finished his bath quickly after that, silently and doing everything in his power to hide his fear and anxiety.
The saltwater left him feeling slightly sticky, but as least he was no longer covered in blood and vomit, and his hair was no longer one big snarly mat. His relief, however, was short lived, because Donghae quickly dragged him back into the cabin, naked and still dripping.
“Time for the main event, my dear,” Donghae whispered, removing his trousers quickly. His cock sprang out, already hard and ready for what he had planned with Sungmin.
Sungmin tensed up. His mouth was dry, his throat parched. He was motionless and trembling all at once. His brain was numb. He tried to take steadying breaths, but found himself hyperventilating instead. He would have mentally cursed himself if he had been able to think straight.
It was stupid. He just battled a band of bloodthirsty Chinese pirates and lived to tell the tale. He saw men die, he killed men, and he still hadn’t broken.
But Donghae, dread pirate of the East Sea, standing naked before him, wearing a smile that looked innocently delighted and viciously sinister all at the same time - that broke him. That crushed him. That left him wishing for death, wishing he had been killed during the battle.
Donghae’s hand on his shoulder whirled him around so his back was to the pirate. Donghae’s other hand found the back of his neck, and pushed him, bending him over the side of the bed. He eyes shut as his face hit the blankets, two tears sneaking past his closed eyelids. He held his breath, waiting, willing his knees to stop their damned trembling.
Fear shot up Sungmin’s spine as Donghae took a step forward, the leaky head of his cock brushing against his ass. Sungmin grimaced as he heard the sound of Donghae spitting into his own hands. Sungmin breathed a silent thank you that Donghae at least had the decency to do that.
Sungmin felt Donghae’s hair against his neck, Donghae’s breath ghosting over his ear.
“If you need to scream, don’t hold back,” Donghae ordered.
And then, blinding, white hot pain shot through Sungmin. Every single nerve end was on fire. Sungmin heard a shriek cry of anguish, and it wasn’t until his throat burned that he realized that the cries were coming from him.
Every movement Donghae made was agony to Sungmin. The kicking and whipping were nothing, absolutely nothing in comparison.
Donghae thrusted, over and over, for what felt like an eternity. Sungmin begged Donghae to stop. At least, he thought he did. He couldn’t tell if his pained cries were discernible. Sungmin’s screams lost their volume, became hoarse, until they were desperate whimpers. Sungmin was not a crier, but the blankets beneath him were soaked with his tears and drool.
Sungmin felt his knees buckle, his grip on the blankets even tighter now that he could barely support himself. He was vaguely aware of Donghae’s thrusting losing its rhythm, of Donghae’s grip on his neck and hip tightening.
As suddenly as it had begun, it was over. Donghae let out a low, shuddering gasp as his cum filled Sungmin. Sungmin allowed his body to finally collapse. Donghae slackened his grip and pulled out. Sungmin fought the urge to vomit as hot, sticky fluid seeped out of him and down his backside and legs.
Sungmin was broken. He couldn’t even manage a cry of alarm as Donghae slapped his bare ass, harder than before.
Donghae, disappointed by Sungmin’s lack of response, exited the cabin and entered the room with the tub. He returned seconds later and thrusted Sungmin’s filthy clothes in his face.
“Dress yourself and leave.”
Sungmin took a moment to respond. He closed his eyes once more and counted to five. Five more seconds of weakness, and then he had to show his resolve. He was broken, but Donghae didn’t need to know that.
His eyes snapped open, and Sungmin straightened up to stand, ignoring the numbness in his legs and the aching sting shooting up his anus. He pulled the disgusting clothes on, hardly bothered by the blood and grime that caked the clothes. His own skin felt foreign to him; the filth of the clothes was nothing compared to the filth that Donghae left on him.
When Sungmin left the cabin, he didn’t look to see if Donghae watched him go. He held his head high, even as he limped down the companionway to get belowedeck. Down, down he went, ignoring the stares and sniggers and laughter.
When he finally reached his hammock, he had never felt more relieved to see it in his life. The hammock, which he had detested every moment before, was his. It was his to lay in, alone, and for some reason, that thought brought him comfort. He pulled his shirt off and rolled it up into a ball to rest his head on.
Sungmin collapsed in his hammock and closed his eyes.
Donghae had broken him, but by the time he opened his eyes again, he would have fixed himself, and he would be a force to be reckoned with.
Pairing: Donghae/Sungmin
Genre: Pirate!AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rape, violence, swearing,
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Dread settled into Sungmin’s stomach, heavy like the lead cannonballs they had fired at the junk only hours beforehand. His skin felt cold, and pulled tight from the dried blood and saltwater and vomit. His hair was matted and filthy, pulling at his scalp.
The bed was soft, far more comfortable than the hammock he had been forced to sleep in the past several days, but his mind barely registered the luxury. How could he focus on that when Donghae was prowling toward him, black eyes glinting, lips stretched in a wicked grin. Donghae looked as if he were a great tiger, and Sungmin was a trembling mouse.
Donghae’s weapons belt fell to the floor with a loud clatter, blades and pistols bouncing unceremoniously onto the pile of clothes that contained Donghae’s jacket, vest, sash, chest holsters, and shirt.
The hat was the only thing that Donghae removed with care. He plucked it off his head and ran his hand affectionately around the brim of it, almost as if he were stroking a beloved pet. He placed the hat on one of the bedposts.
He continued walking forward, kicking his boots off as he went, smirking savagely when he reached the head of the bed. “Here we are at last, Princess,” he said, practically purring.
His instincts screamed at him to run, to pull away, but Sungmin forced himself to remain perfectly still as Donghae ran his knuckles along Sungmin’s jawline. Sungmin squeezed his hands into fists as he suppressed the shudder that was trying to creep its way up his spine, biting down to hold back the cry of pain as his nails broke the skin of the fleshy palms of his hands. Despite being coated in filth, Donghae’s touch felt like the vilest sensation of all.
Sungmin swallowed, and reminded himself to breathe. Breathing was supposed to be an involuntary action, but he found himself forcing himself to inhale and exhale.
“You look terrified,” Donghae remarked, smirk spreading even wider, taking pleasure in Sungmin’s fear.
“I- I-” Sungmin stammered, gaping like a fish out of water.
“Oh I do love it when you curl your pretty pink lips into that nice O-shape for me,” Donghae crooned. “It brings back such pleasant memories for me.”
Sungmin wanted to snarl, wanted to grab Donghae by his tiny braids and rip them out of his skull. But Sungmin was paralyzed with fear, and instead shut his mouth and swallowed.
Donghae watched the bob of Sungmin’s Adam’s apple with a dark, hungry glint in his eyes. He made eye contact with Sungmin, eye contact Sungmin was too petrified to break, and licked his lips slowly and purposefully. “Yes, you practice swallowing for me,” Donghae murmured.
Donghae’s hand traced down the side of Sungmin’s neck, and he hooked the collar of Sungmin’s shirt with his finger, dragging the neckline lower, exposing Sungmin’s smooth, hairless, milky chest. Sungmin’s chest was plump enough to squeeze, unblemished from the luxurious life he was snatched away from.
When Donghae squeezed Sungmin’s right pectoral, Sungmin was jolted out of his terrified reverie and gasped in alarm. Donghae smirked and squeezed tighter.
“Donghae,” Sungmin squeaked out. He cleared his throat. “Captain Donghae,” he amended. “Captain, I’m filthy. Su- surely you want me to scrub all this blood and vomit away first?” he asked hopefully. Anything to put off his dreaded fate.
Donghae’s eyes clouded as he considered Sungmin’s words. After a moment’s deliberation, he nodded.
“Very well, Princess,” Donghae said, removing his hand from Sungmin’s chest. “You may use my bathtub. But be quick about it, and no funny business.”
Sungmin nodded dutifully and carefully got off the bed. He crept around Donghae, heading in the direction that Donghae had gestured in, and hurriedly crossed the cabin. Donghae was right behind him, Sungmin realized when he received a solid smack on the ass. He jumped in alarm, and mentally cursed himself for looking like such a fool.
“Liked that, did you?” Donghae asked smugly.
Sungmin could hear the smirk in his voice. He hated it.
Sungmin chose not to respond. He walked through the short doorway, ducking just the slightest bit to pass through without hitting his head. The room, which was barely even a room, was cramped with a copper bathtub lined with linen, and buckets.
Sungmin, to his dismay, found himself longing for his fine clawfoot bathtub. He shook the thought from his head. He refused to be the ‘Princess’ that the pirates constantly mocked him about.
“Well, start getting undressed,” Donghae said, grabbing the four massive buckets the took up a third of the room. The buckets had long lines attached to them, no doubt used to retrieve water while standing on deck. “I’ll have the crew fetch my princess some water.”
Sungmin bit back a snarl as he slowly set about removing his filthy clothes, careful to keep the silken Chinese shirt in the pocket of his trousers, so the stains didn’t get to his fine garment. He hissed in pain as he removed his shirt, the blood from his wounds, as well as the blood from his foes, causing the material to stick to his skin. Sungmin dropped the shirt to the floor, grimacing as he took in all of the stains and tears. He would need a new shirt.
He had no shoes. That luxury was stripped from him on his first day aboard the Scourge. His feet, already beginning to callous, were a rusty brown color, caked in dried blood and dirt and debris. His tattered trousers joined his shirt on the floor, brown and mottled.
Sungmin stood in the room, naked. A week ago he would have felt ashamed, and would have tried to cover himself. Today, though, he stood with his arms crossed loosely across his torso. He hadn’t had the luxury of privacy at all during his stay on the ship. He was already unphased by the public nudity. He took the time to examine his body.
His hands, forearms, calves, and feet, which before had never seen the sun due to his father locking him up inside their estate, were tanned and worn from all of the ship work he’d had to do. His face and neck, too, were tanned, while his upper arms, thighs, and torso remained the ghostly pale they had always been, a sign of his status and noble upbringing. His knees were bruised, from scrubbing the deck and being Donghae’s plaything, and he was covered in an assortment of cuts and bruises. There was a particularly deep gash on his forearm that looked new, no doubt from the recent battle with the Chinese pirates.
“So our pampered princess gets to take a bath,” Zitao spat, entering the room with two buckets sloshing with water. Another one of the ordinaries, Jongdae, was behind him, carrying the other two buckets. Donghae stood outside of the little room, eyes sparkling in vicious amusement.
Sungmin said nothing. He just watched in silence as Zitao and Jongdae upended their buckets into the tub, filling it about halfway. He was impressed, though he refused to let it show, that they were able to carry such heavy buckets without staggering. Well, he supposed, living on a pirate ship would build up some strength.
“Your highness,” Zitao said, backing out of the room with a mocking bow. “We’ll be back soon with the rest of your water.”
Again, Sungmin was silent. Sungmin refused to give in, refused to give them satisfaction of know that they had riled him up.
When the ordinaries were gone, Donghae stepped into the small room, now that there was space for him. He dragged his eyes up and down Sungmin’s figure, multiple times, making no effort to hide it. In fact, he seemed to be doing all he could to ensure that Sungmin knew that he was sizing him up and drinking him in.
“Such a pity that you’re all scraped up,” Donghae sighed, not sounding the least bit sympathetic. “And the half-tan, half-pale look really doesn’t suit you.” Donghae tutted, shaking his head slightly. “Ah, well. Despite all of this, you’re still the prettiest man on this vessel. Even in this state, you’ll have to do.”
“If I’m so displeasing to you, Captain, you needn’t have me at all,” Sungmin said, trying not to sound too acidic.
Donghae grinned, his teeth shockingly white for a pirate. “Now, now darling, where’s the fun in that?” he asked maliciously. “Plus, you did save my life from that awful Chinese scum,” he added, tapping his chin with an outstretched finger. “Surely you deserve an award for that, hmm?”
Sungmin mentally cursed both himself and Donghae. Why the hell had he saved that stupid bloody pirate? In the heat of the battle, all that was on his mind was survival. He knew he stood a better chance with Donghae’s crew, but he didn’t have to save Donghae’s life like that. He felt like an idiot.
“Just a bath would be award enough,” Sungmin muttered.
“Don’t be so ungrateful,” Donghae ordered, casually crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. “Plenty of people, men and women alike, would kill to be in your place. I’m a bit of a legend, after all, and not just for my skills as a pirate. I know my way around vessels of all kind,” he said, winking lasciviously at Sungmin.
Sungmin couldn’t prevent himself from rolling his eyes at that remark. Donghae’s innuendos were so terrible, they almost physically pained him.
Donghae caught the gesture and smirked. “You’re ever so enjoyable, Princess,” Donghae remarked. “Clever enough to know to be submissive and subservient, but also hotheaded enough to be sassy...” Donghae closed the small gap between them, breath tickling Sungmin’s face. “I shall very much enjoy breaking you.”
Sungmin allowed himself to glower for half heartbeat before returning his face to a neutral expression. The constant berating and physical attacks from all the pirates because of insubordination were quickly turning Sungmin into an obedient prisoner. The fear of death kept him from punching Donghae’s smug face in every time the pirate made a lewd comment, or demanded sexual favors. But his temper was something that Sungmin had always struggled with, especially when being dealt injustices. He had been tiptoeing along a fine line the past several days aboard this accursed ship. Obedient enough to survive, rebellious enough to show that he was not broken.
“The last of your water, Princess,” Zitao announced, entering the room alone, since there was scarcely room for the three of them. He dumped the water unceremoniously into the tub before turning to Donghae and saluting him. “Captain.”
Donghae nodded. “Zitao.”
Zitao exited the room, only to be replaced by Jongdae. Jongdae was silent as he filled the tub the rest of the way up, but the glare he shot at Sungmin was menacing. He, too, turned to salute Donghae, but he said nothing.
“Jongdae,” Donghae said with a nod. “You and Zitao shall fetch the hammocks of our deceased. Tell the remaining three ordinaries that they are to join you. You can get the needles and thread from Heenim.”
“Cap’n,” Zitao nodded, giving Donghae one last salute with Jongdae before swiftly exiting the entire cabin.
“Why doesn’t Jongdae speak?” Sungmin asked, the question bubbling out of him before he could stop it.
Donghae raised one eyebrow slowly. “His tongue was cut out.”
Sungmin bristled. He bore no kind feelings for the ordinary, but that was cruel. “How could you do such a thing?” Sungmin demanded. “Pirate or not, that’s-”
“His tongue wasn’t cut out by me, nor was it done under my orders,” Donghae swiftly interrupted Sungmin. “Are you going to get into your bath that my ordinaries so laboriously drew up for you?”
Sungmin wanted to snap at Donghae, but couldn’t resist the temptation the tub offered.
The water was cold, and Sungmin quickly found out that it was seawater when all of his cuts began to sting as if fire ants were ravaging him, but he refused to show his discomfort. He was silent and he used a piece of his tattered shirt as a wash cloth to scrub his filthy body.
“Jongdae, as well as the rest of my ordinaries and Henry,” Donghae said, stepping closer to the tub, “were victims of Liyin’s fleet.”
Sungmin slowed in his scrubbing, but did not stop or speak.
“They aren’t from the same ship, or even from the same cities,” Donghae continued. “I came across them individually or in pairs. Jongdae and Minseok were together when I found them. They were pressed into working aboard Liyin’s vessel. Jongdae couldn’t learn their native tongue quickly enough, and refused to stop speaking his own native tongue, despite the commands and beatings. So, his tongue was removed. The captain caught Minseok caring for Jongdae after his punishment. As punishment, the pair were left behind on a burning, sinking vessel that they overtook, left alive so that they might burn to death, drown, or be eaten by sharks.”
“I found them, rescued them, and gave them an option. Pledge allegiance to me, or be left to die.” Donghae shrugged. “Obviously, they chose the smarter option.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Sungmin asked, moving from his arms to his feet.
“Why not?” Donghae asked. “You can’t use this information in anyway beneficial to you or harmful to me.”
“Are you not worried you might appear soft, or kind-hearted?” Sungmin asked.
Donghae threw his head back and laughed, that same joyous laughter that gave Sungmin an eerie sensation. Full, happy laughter that did not match the evil nature of the pirate.
“I am neither of those things, and everyone knows it,” Donghae said, eyes glistening ferally. “Recruiting to fill my ranks is not kind, it is a strategy. I’ve killed my own men, tortured them for disobedience. I’ve left ships to burn with crew still on it. I take whatever woman or man I desire, use them until I grow bored, and discard them if they no longer have any use to me.”
Sungmin trembled in the tub, and it had nothing to do with the cold, now-grimy water.
“Liyin and her subordinate captains may be wicked bastards,” Donghae said, gripping Sungmin’s chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing Sungmin to meet his gaze. “But they’re nothing compared to me.”
Sungmin finished his bath quickly after that, silently and doing everything in his power to hide his fear and anxiety.
The saltwater left him feeling slightly sticky, but as least he was no longer covered in blood and vomit, and his hair was no longer one big snarly mat. His relief, however, was short lived, because Donghae quickly dragged him back into the cabin, naked and still dripping.
“Time for the main event, my dear,” Donghae whispered, removing his trousers quickly. His cock sprang out, already hard and ready for what he had planned with Sungmin.
Sungmin tensed up. His mouth was dry, his throat parched. He was motionless and trembling all at once. His brain was numb. He tried to take steadying breaths, but found himself hyperventilating instead. He would have mentally cursed himself if he had been able to think straight.
It was stupid. He just battled a band of bloodthirsty Chinese pirates and lived to tell the tale. He saw men die, he killed men, and he still hadn’t broken.
But Donghae, dread pirate of the East Sea, standing naked before him, wearing a smile that looked innocently delighted and viciously sinister all at the same time - that broke him. That crushed him. That left him wishing for death, wishing he had been killed during the battle.
Donghae’s hand on his shoulder whirled him around so his back was to the pirate. Donghae’s other hand found the back of his neck, and pushed him, bending him over the side of the bed. He eyes shut as his face hit the blankets, two tears sneaking past his closed eyelids. He held his breath, waiting, willing his knees to stop their damned trembling.
Fear shot up Sungmin’s spine as Donghae took a step forward, the leaky head of his cock brushing against his ass. Sungmin grimaced as he heard the sound of Donghae spitting into his own hands. Sungmin breathed a silent thank you that Donghae at least had the decency to do that.
Sungmin felt Donghae’s hair against his neck, Donghae’s breath ghosting over his ear.
“If you need to scream, don’t hold back,” Donghae ordered.
And then, blinding, white hot pain shot through Sungmin. Every single nerve end was on fire. Sungmin heard a shriek cry of anguish, and it wasn’t until his throat burned that he realized that the cries were coming from him.
Every movement Donghae made was agony to Sungmin. The kicking and whipping were nothing, absolutely nothing in comparison.
Donghae thrusted, over and over, for what felt like an eternity. Sungmin begged Donghae to stop. At least, he thought he did. He couldn’t tell if his pained cries were discernible. Sungmin’s screams lost their volume, became hoarse, until they were desperate whimpers. Sungmin was not a crier, but the blankets beneath him were soaked with his tears and drool.
Sungmin felt his knees buckle, his grip on the blankets even tighter now that he could barely support himself. He was vaguely aware of Donghae’s thrusting losing its rhythm, of Donghae’s grip on his neck and hip tightening.
As suddenly as it had begun, it was over. Donghae let out a low, shuddering gasp as his cum filled Sungmin. Sungmin allowed his body to finally collapse. Donghae slackened his grip and pulled out. Sungmin fought the urge to vomit as hot, sticky fluid seeped out of him and down his backside and legs.
Sungmin was broken. He couldn’t even manage a cry of alarm as Donghae slapped his bare ass, harder than before.
Donghae, disappointed by Sungmin’s lack of response, exited the cabin and entered the room with the tub. He returned seconds later and thrusted Sungmin’s filthy clothes in his face.
“Dress yourself and leave.”
Sungmin took a moment to respond. He closed his eyes once more and counted to five. Five more seconds of weakness, and then he had to show his resolve. He was broken, but Donghae didn’t need to know that.
His eyes snapped open, and Sungmin straightened up to stand, ignoring the numbness in his legs and the aching sting shooting up his anus. He pulled the disgusting clothes on, hardly bothered by the blood and grime that caked the clothes. His own skin felt foreign to him; the filth of the clothes was nothing compared to the filth that Donghae left on him.
When Sungmin left the cabin, he didn’t look to see if Donghae watched him go. He held his head high, even as he limped down the companionway to get belowedeck. Down, down he went, ignoring the stares and sniggers and laughter.
When he finally reached his hammock, he had never felt more relieved to see it in his life. The hammock, which he had detested every moment before, was his. It was his to lay in, alone, and for some reason, that thought brought him comfort. He pulled his shirt off and rolled it up into a ball to rest his head on.
Sungmin collapsed in his hammock and closed his eyes.
Donghae had broken him, but by the time he opened his eyes again, he would have fixed himself, and he would be a force to be reckoned with.