Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Justin dialed the ship's landline, his expression growing increasingly tense. Genevieve, equally anxious, pressed him.

"What's wrong? Where's Ivy?" "She left the ship yesterday," Justin replied, skipping over the details. "We don't know where she went, but since she's gone, she'll probably contact you soon." "She's already gone?" Genevieve sighed. "That girl! She didn't even bother to call me. Madeworry for nothing." A day earlier, the pirate ship had docked to replenish its water supply. Since Aurora's departure, Ivy had been in turmoil.

Before, Aurora had been just like her-adrift at sea. Even though Aurora's situation had been better, she too had lost her freedom. But once Aurora left, Ivy's days beceven harder.

After Justin's departure, the atmosphere on the ship grew restless. The brief docking stops were never enough, and the men, left alone for too long, began finding ways to let off their pent-up energy.

Ivy was the only woman on board, and sof the pirates started setting their sights on her.

That day, Ivy had gone about her usual tasks-drying laundry, cleaning the ship-and was ready to rest after finishing her chores. She poured herself a cup of hot water, but not long after drinking it, she felt her body heating up unnaturally. She realized, with dread, that someone had drugged her.

As the thought struck, several men burst into her room, leering at her with malicious grins.

Ivy's mind raced. There were dozens of pirates on the ship. If this happened, it would only encourage others to follow suit. Once it began, it would never end. What kind of life would that be for her? Death seemed preferable.

The memory of being forced by the beggar flashed through her mind, making her stomach turn before any of the men even touched her.

But Ivy knew she couldn't fight so many of them off. They were ruthless pirates, and direct defiance would only make things worse.

Instead, she forced a smile and tried to play along. "I'd love to, but lettake a bath first." The men, seeing the flush on her face and mistaking it for desire, agreed. After all, they thought, where could she run on the ship? Ivy seized the opportunity to escape to Frank's room, locking the door behind her. Frank was Justin's closest ally, and no one dared to cross him. He was her only hope.

"Ivy, what's wrong? Why is your face so red?" Frank asked, startled.

"Frank, please help me," she begged, clutching his arm tightly. "Those pirates... they want to... I lied and told them I wanted to bathe to buy time, but they'll cback. I don't want this. Not at all. You're the only one who can save me." Frank frowned. He had noticed the other men's growing restlessness but hadn't expected them to make a move on Ivy.

"Stay here," he said firmly. "I won't let them hurt you." No sooner had he spoken than the sound of pounding on the door echoed from outside.

"Ivy! Are you done with your bath? We're getting impatient!" "Yeah, why'd you lock the door? How are we supposed to enjoy ourselves if we can't get in?" "Frank, please," Ivy whispered, tears streaming down her face as she clung to his arm. "Ivy's with me," Frank called out. "Don't even think about it." "Frank, that's not fair," one of the pirates complained. "We're all brothers here. It's just a woman. No need to be so possessive." "Yeah, don't hog her to yourself!" "Open the door, Frank. Don't be selfish!" "She's my woman," Frank declared, voice steady. "Touch her, and I'll report you to Justin." The men outside cursed under their breaths but eventually stomped away.

Ivy looked up at Frank, his broad frshielding her. When he claimed her as his woman, something stirred in her heart-an unexpected flicker of gratitude and warmth.

"They're gone now. You can get up," Frank said, helping her off the floor.

Ivy, however, was still burning up. "I feel hot... I need to bathe," she murmured. "Alright." Frank, unaware she had been drugged, went to great lengths to make her comfortable. He even bought her a large basin when they docked, making it easier for her to wash up. Hot water was always ready for her use.

Ivy had hoped that a bath would cool her down, but it only made the heat in her body worse. She was no stranger to the sensation-she knew exactly what was happening.

Clad in sleepwear, she hurried back to bed and wrapped herself tightly in the covers, trying to suppress her body's reactions.

If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience Tall for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Frank stayed in the room, worried that someone might try to harm her if he left. But he couldn't help noticing her restless movements under the blanket. "Ivy, are you feeling unwell?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

"I'm fine..." Ivy replied weakly, her voice strained.

"You don't sound fine," Frank said, pulling back the blanket. He froze at the sight before him. Ivy's sleepwear was disheveled, her flushed cheeks betraying her condition.

"They drugged you, didn't they?" Frank finally understood.

"Yes," she admitted, her voice trembling. "I'm so uncomfortable." "Those bastards must've drugged you to make you compliant. And it looks like they gave you a strong dose... What should we do?" "Frank, help me," she pleaded, her eyes locking onto his.

Frank hesitated. "Me?"

"Please, Frank. I can't take it anymore. Help me," to she whispered, reaching but to grab his hand. Before he could react, she pulled him down, her body pressing against his.

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