Enslaved By The Ocean by Bella Jewel Read Free Book Online

blood drain from my face as I stumble backwards. I just . . . I just . . . stabbed him.  
    I make a rasping sound, and I hear voices down the hall. I have to get out of here. I can’t do this anymore. I drop to my knees, and the pirate is still rolling and screaming, gripping his leg. I grasp at the gun in his pants, and I pull it free. I push to my feet, and my hands wobble. I point the gun at him, and in a wobbly hiss, I snarl,  “Don’t move.” He is still groaning in pain, and I figure he hasn’t acknowledged what I said. Blood is pouring from the deep wound in his leg.  
    “What the fuck?”  
    I hear Hendrix’s angry voice, and spin to see him standing at the door, gun out.  
    “What are you doin’?”  
    “He tried to…he…he put his hands…”  
    “What did he do?” he says, his voice hard.  
    “He tried to rape me,” I whisper.  
    Hendrix’s fiery gaze turns to the pirate on the ground. “Is that fact?”  
    “No boss, it’s not…she’s lyin’. She came in here and threw herself at me…”  
    Hendrix’s face turns stony, and he pulls the trigger on his gun without a second question. I scream as a bullet lands right between the pirate’s eyes. A clean hole appears, and blood begins to flow steadily from the wound. My entire body sways, and I can hear myself crying. I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this. I just want to leave. Why won’t he let me leave? I’m tired. Exhausted. I’m done.  
    I lift the gun, and I press it to my temple. Hendrix turns, his eyes widen, and he very gently says, “Put that down, girl.”  
    “What’s the point?” I whisper. “My life is over anyway.”  
    “It isn’t what you want to do…”  
    “Isn’t it?” I scream, my hand shaking. “What is it you think I want? To live life as a sex slave? This is the better way.”  
    Hendrix slowly raises his gun, only to about my thigh height. “Put it down, I don’t want to hurt you.”  
    “N…n…no.”  
    I hear a shot fire out, I feel the burning in my thigh, and I feel myself collapse onto the floor. The gun topples from my hand, and skids across the wood. I open my mouth, and nothing except a strangled gurgle comes out. I feel like there is fire spreading up my leg. It burns. I scream, and my hands instantly go to the wound where I feel hot, sticky blood.  
    Hendrix is there quickly, leaning down, and lifting me into his arms. “It’s only a graze, you’re okay.”  
    “You shot me,” I bellow, my stomach twisting from the pain.  
    “I couldn’t let you kill yourself. It isn’t the right way.”  
    “What would you know about the right way?” I cry.  
    “More than you think.”  
    I tremble violently as he carries me down the halls. Everything is spinning, nothing makes sense. Everything in my world has been turned upside down, and I don’t know how to deal with it. I feel sick with fear at the idea that I considered, even for a second, taking my own life. What about Eric? How could I do that to him? How could I be so selfish?  
    Hendrix takes me to his room, and he lowers me onto the sofa. Then he turns and heads out to the hall, sticking his head out and barking something before turning and coming back into the room. He kneels down, gripping my shorts and tearing them clean off. I scream and squirm, but he doesn’t stop. He lifts a shirt from the ground, and presses it to my leg. The pressure hurts, and I find myself pleading with him to stop.  
    “I’m saving your leg, stop fighting me.”  
    “You tried to kill me,” I wail.  
    “I tried to stop you killing yourself, now lie still,” he orders, “or I’ll make you lie still.”  
    I sob, and close my eyes, feeling tears flow down my cheeks. I feel sick inside; I’ve never been so terrified in my life. I’d take three rounds with Kane again over being in this situation.  
    “I only grazed you . A couple of stitches and you’ll be fine.”  
    “Why stop me?” I whisper, my voice