The captain looked down at Des for a long second, his top lip snarled high, then his head snapped up, and he glanced about at his crew still going through the pockets of the passengers standing along the railing. “Be sure to jab him on the way off, though.”
The captain leaned forward, his full weight on Des’s neck.
All air in his lungs gone. Crushed.
The girl set her hand on the captain’s chest, her voice shrill. “Stop. Stop. I’ll go. I’ll go willingly. Just leave the man be.”
The captain stared at her for a long second, then grabbed the back of the girl’s head, yanking her around Des’s body to him. “I’ll know yer name girl.”
He kicked off of Des’s neck and dragged the girl across the deck.
The last image Des saw before his world slipped into blackness—the swish of the girl’s peach colored skirts along the deck, her boots struggling to not step forward.
Resistance.
Even though she’d just promised willingness. Resistance.
Resistance was going to get her killed.
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