<span style="font-family:Happy Monkey"><span style="font-size: 12px">She watched that face change. That smirk that seemed to stretch across his face. Callie hated it. She wanted to punch his face. The more he stared, the more annoyed she got. As he pushed himself away from the table and turned his back she saw the opportunity, stupid, yes. She was on deck with his crew, his loyal men. You couldn't be a famous pirate if your crew was constantly changing. However her pride screamed for her to test him, to teach him never to turn his back on her. With a painful, deep breath she snapped the rope. The instant it snapped she moved, her steps careful and quiet. She was fast, more so than anyone could expect. In seconds she had the chair in the air. Missed. She saw his knee before it actually hit her. She gave way to the pressure, lessening the blow. It wasn't enough, that fist to her face caused her the collapse. She fell to her hands and knees. Fighting again for the breath to enter her lungs. When his foot caught her rips, she had no breath to scream. She woukd have finally given into his sick needs and let him hear her cry. She had been saved by the first blow. <br/>
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Tears filled her eyes, streaming down her cheeks as she fought to wheeze a breath in. Hearing the door, she glanced to see the man she had head butted earlier. So that was his lap dog. 'Good to know.' She thought to herself and stayed on the ground, practically collapsed. Her hair was snatched up and he pulled her back up. Still not enough air within her lungs she let out a whimper. Her hand coming up to his wrist and grabbing it as she held to keep him from ripping out all of her hair. She looked at him again and despite the tears that cascaded down her face those icy blue eyes still held the anger and hate. Despite it all, there was no fear. He had just bruised and bloodied the womans face and yet her eyes shone with defiance. A glare took her features and a cold voice answered his own cold reaction. "Now what would be the fun in letting them have victory with your prize. Doesnt that defeat the purpose of having me thrown in here?" She paused and quickly brought herself to her feet to face him standing. "Didn't you know what you wanted before you asked to have me brought here? You couldn't possible have thought I'd be easy?" The blood filled her mouth she spit on his shirt. Though his dace would have been better she was smart enough not to provoke him too much. However the man would soon find that she could take a mean beating.<br/>
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Standing now her legs she could feel how weal she was getting. Damn the blood loss. Her knees shook and her mind was swimming. The pain from her rins had her breathing hard. She needed relief, but it wasn't going to happen. Her eyes close for.a few moments as she pushed herself through the pain. Opening them again to stare at pirate. "So Longknife, where does this leave me, your prisoner. Do you feel accomplished?" She was bitter about being caught, though nothing could fix that now.</span></span>