act one , chapter five !

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐇 𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏, her head was pounding. She had no idea where she was, or how she'd gotten there, but that didn't matter. She had to get out.

So she bolted upright, her eyes wide, and her chest heaving. Once her head stopped spinning, and she could see straight, she tried to scramble to her feet to run, only to find her arms and feet were bound together by rope.

"Fuck." Her eyes closed and her head hit the wall behind her.

When she opened her eyes again, her gaze traveled around the room. There was a small window on one side of the room, a desk on the other, and a bed across from her. When she realized where she was, her heart dropped and she jolted forward to try and escape again, but it was no use. The rope was tight and the more she moved, the more it dug into her skin, leaving her with a stinging sensation.

"Ah, ah, ah, love. Not so fast."

The sound of the familiar accented voice made Hannah freeze.

Harry Hook leaned against the door frame, a smirk on his face.

"Hook," Hannah greeted, her voice cold.

"Westergaard." He smirked at her, his eyes full of amusement.

Memories ran through her head as he knelt down to her level. The first time they met, their first kiss, the fight, all of it came rushing back to her.

"You're a sight for sore eyes, aren't ye?" Harry stated, his eyes roaming her body.

The black jacket she'd been wearing had fallen off her shoulders while she was knocked out, leaving her in the tight red tank top. The top itself had ridden up a little bit, and Harry's eyes trailed down to the exposed skin.

"Fuck off, Harry," Hannah snapped, her dark eyes narrowing at him.

"I missed ye too, sweetheart," he said, chuckling as his hand moved to her hip.

Hannah tried to jerk away from him but the ropes stopped her. His touch made her shiver, and it was like her entire body had been lit on fire. Her heart began to pound in her chest and her skin felt warm. She had to fight back a moan when his thumb began to trace circles on the exposed skin of her hip.

"You look beautiful," he whispered, running his beloved hook through now tangled red locks.

"Where is he?" she asked, trying to keep her tone hard, though it wasn't as convincing as she would've liked.

"Who?" Harry feigned confusion.

"Don't play dumb." Hannah tried to lean forward but the ropes burned her wrists.

"Relax, sweetheart. He's fine. For now, at least," Harry replied, moving his hook from her hair to her chin. He tilted her head up, forcing her to look him in the eyes.

"If you hurt him-"

"Oooh. Are you threatening me, love?" Harry teased, the smirk still on his face. "Because I don't think you're in any position to do that."

He was right, of course. She was the one tied up, not him.

"Where is he?" Hannah asked again, ignoring his previous comment.

"Ye know, I was thinking," Harry began, and she watched as he rose to his feet. "You owe me an apology for how ye left things."

"I owe you shit."

"Oh, watch your language, love," he teased, smirking down at her.

Hannah scoffed and tried to move again, but the ropes just dug deeper into her skin. She was pretty sure they were at least bruising, if not cutting, by now.

"Well, if ye aren't going to apologize, at least answer me one question," Harry said, and she rolled her eyes.

"And what would that be?" she asked, not looking forward to what she knew his response would be.

"Did ye miss me?"

She opened her mouth to tell him no, to tell him she hadn't thought of him once since she'd left the Isle, but before the words could come out, the door flew open.

"Harry, Uma says you need to give it a rest." Gil walked into the room, his usual stupid smile on his face. His eyes drifted from his fellow pirate to the red head and he waved. "Hi Hannah!"

"Hey, Gil." Hannah gave him a tight smile, nodding at the blond.

"So, is that a yes?" Harry knelt down in front of her again and ran his hook over her thigh. He leaned in closer, so that their faces were only inches apart, his blue eyes locked on her brown ones. His warm breath tickled her lips, and she could smell his scent of sea water and sandalwood.

Hannah leaned forward, their lips mere millimeters apart, and his eyes drifted shut.

"No," she told him before spitting in his face.

He jerked back in surprise, his eyes wide, and a scowl on his face. He brought a hand up to wipe the spit off his cheek and rose to his feet.

"I'll be back, sweetheart." And with that, he stormed out of the room, pushing past Gil as he did.

"See you later, Hannah!" Gil called over his shoulder, following Harry out.

Hannah watched them go, a sigh escaping her lips. She looked around the room, wondering where Ben was, hoping he wasn't hurt. She had a sinking feeling that Uma was going to make a deal with her friends to get her and Ben back, and she also had a sinking feeling that she knew what that deal would be.

"Fuck," she muttered under her breath, leaning her head back against the wall.

They were supposed to be in and out, find Mal and bring her back, but now it was all fucked. She was captured, Ben was captured, and what was almost worse than both of those things was the fact that Harry Hook had bested her.

notes from lottie,

this is so unhinged and it's just gonna get worse 😍

anywaysss, hope u enjoyed!

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love ya,

- lottie.

published: 8/8/24