A novela I wrote, not much to day about it really.
“Where is the key?!” Sean yelled at her pulling the cutlass from his belt. He held it threateningly before her face.
Kisara finally found her voice. “I-I don’t know what you mean.” Her voice was shaking.
His eyes were seething with rage. In one swift movement her raised the blade and sliced through Kisara’s cheek. He threw her onto the sand with all the force he could muster.
“Get her onto the ship!” Sean barked at the other two who were still on board the row boat. They muttered “Yes, Captain,” and jumped out of the boat.
Kisara couldn’t get herself to move. Blood poured from the side of her face, dripping and soaking into the grey sand like a stain. Her cheek was on fire and sobs racked her frame.
She felt rough hands grab her shoulders and haul her to her feet. Two brawny men flanked her and half dragged her to the row boat. One of them threw her in and the other who was already in there grabbed her wrists and held them behind her back while forcing her to sit on the floor.
The man that held Kisara was powerfully built. He had several tattoos that looked as though they had been carved into the skin with the point of a knife and then had ink smeared into them. He was bald and wore a tattered scarf around his head. Inside his large nose was a silver ring with dried blood incrusted around the hole.
The other had lank black hair and pale sunken in eyes. Blue veins stuck out of his arms and he looked as though he hadn’t eaten in weeks. His head was almost nothing more than a skull with thin lips and dead eyes.
Sean stood at the prow of the boat and stared at Kisara. “Don’t play dumb with me, Kisara, you’re on my turf, these are my rules.” He held up the shining cutlass, dripping with Kisara’s blood, to illustrate his point.
Kisara shuddered and turned away; no longer able to meet his eyes. He knew her name perhaps that meant there was some of him left inside after all.
The boat glided slowly towards the main ship, the icy water sliding underneath the base like marble, barely moving. Kisara glanced into his murky depths; it was horrible.
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