Free Enslaved By The Ocean by Bella Jewel Page B

pained whimpers as I cry myself to sleep.  
     
     

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    It’s dark, and I can hear his soft breathing. A faint light is coming underneath the door, and it shines just enough for me to see his silhouette. I am on my hands and knees, crawling toward him as quietly as I possibly can. I know he’s got the phone on him, and I know I’m going to give it one last shot. I can’t give up that easily. I can’t just lie down and accept my fate. I have to try, just once more.  
    I reach his bed, and I rise up onto my knees, staring down at him. Why does he have to look so beautiful under this light? Why does it have to caress his body, showing every stunning curve of muscle? I reach down, and gently place my hand on his leg, slowly moving it up. He makes a grunting sound, and I freeze quickly. A moment later, he’s breathing deeply again. I slide my hand up higher until I reach his pocket. Nothing in there. I reach over gently, and try the other one. I feel a hard bump.  
    My heart begins to pound.  
    I flex my wrist, and then I gently angle it so that I can reach into his pocket. I can just feel the top of the phone when his hand moves at lightning speed, and grips mine. He wraps his fingers around my wrist, and he tugs. I go soaring forward and land half over his body, with my legs dangling off his bed. I squirm, but his other arm comes up and pins my hips, pressing me down into him.  
    “You just don’t give up, do you?” he murmurs.  
    It takes me a moment to respond, because I am completely dazed by the smell of him. His skin has a warm heat radiating off it, and the smell is a blend of rum and man. I swallow, and my vision swims as I realize how good it feels to be draped over him. I shake my head, horrified at myself for even taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of him against me. I tug my wrist free from his hand, and he snorts, tightening his arm over my hips.  
    “Did you really think I’d make it easy for you?” I snap.  
    “I did, considering you tied your friend’s life to your behavior.”  
    I freeze.  
    Eric.  
    I stopped for just a second, thinking about how this could impact him. I close my eyes, horrified with myself.  
    “Did you truly think you could sneak up on me and take that phone?” he says, his fingers flexing on my hips.  
    “Let me go.”  
    “Answer me, inocencia .”  
    “No, I did not, pirate. But I had to try. I might have put my life before my friend’s, but it doesn’t mean that I will just roll over and accept it when I see a window of opportunity.”  
    “So stupid,” he murmurs, and his fingers begin making circles on my hips. I stiffen.  
    “L…l…let me go.”  
    “In good time.”  
    What the hell?  
    “What makes you think you can just do whatever you want?” I whisper, tugging my body backwards in another poor attempt to wriggle free.  
    “I’m a pirate, I make the rules on the ocean, and I break the rules on the ocean. I’m untouchable out here.”  
    “It doesn’t make you invincible, pirate. I’ll make you pay for this. One day, I’ll find a way to make this burn.”  
    He chuckles softly. “I know you will, inocencia .”  
    “And how do you know that?” I bark.  
    He lets me go, and my body slides down onto the floor.  
    “Because you’re fire,” he murmurs.  “And fire never stops burning.”  
     

~*CHAPTER 7*~
    “There she blows!”  
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    The first week passes with no more drama. I spend most of my time down with Eric, and we talk as much as we can about escape, though the longer I am here the less I think escape is actually an option until we stop, if we stop. I am grateful, however, that Eric is being fed and cared for. Hendrix has been living up to his end of the deal, so I have been living up to mine. I have been eating, and taking care of myself, and I haven’t tried to escape again.  
    Staying in Hendrix’s room has been interesting, to say the least. He spends most of his time at the little