"From this day on, you have no name." Barbossa's single eye was inches away, filled with a predatory glint. "You are my prize."
The surrounding pirates erupted in jeers and lewd whistles.
Barbossa released his grip and pushed a cup of wine in front of Mia. "Drink it."
Mia looked at the murky liquid, her stomach churning. But she obediently picked up the cup and took a small sip.
The harsh liquid burned her throat, making her choke and cough.
Seeing her wretched yet submissive state, Barbossa let his guard down a little more. 'Maybe I really was overthinking things. I just got lucky and picked up a treasure, that's all.'
Satisfied, he sat back down in his seat and waved a large hand. "Keep drinking!"
The celebratory atmosphere was rekindled.
Mia was made to sit beside Barbossa. Men constantly came over to toast the boss, their ill-intentioned gazes raking over her body.
Mia maintained the facade of a frightened fawn, playing the part of a helpless maiden to perfection.
