I watched him disappear and bitterly I glanced down at the clothes in my hand. Resignedly I took my clothes off and got dressed. There was nothing to do it seemed, but please the man.
He was back a few minutes later as he'd promised and I didn't miss the approving way his eyes drifted over me. He added my small pile to his pack and we started out again.
At the edge of the clearing he picked something up that had been resting against a tree. It was a crude walking stick of sorts and he handed it to me. Grateful for the extra support on the uneven terrain I took it from him.
I stared at his back as he continued on. The walking stick had been thoughtful of him.
What manner of man was he?
He denied the value of my expressed thoughts, but he thoughtfully cared for my needs. Sooner or later I'd find out what manner of man he was, but in my mind there was little to be found in that likely occurrence as being positive.
*****
Koke was jarred awake at the jangle of keys. Instinctively he knew his time had come and he did what little he could to prepare.
A lantern was thrust into the murky hold and those gathered there drew back in fear from the big burly pirate who had entered the scene. He leered about at the cowering individuals before spying Koke and saying, "Times up matey. The Captain ah be wanting yuh to warm her up."
The pirate bellowed out in laughter before continuing on with, "Cold Sally is what we'ze calls her. Never get enough can she." His hand closed over Koke's manacled hands and he jerked him along to follow him out of the ship's hold.
Koke went along without protest. They made their way through the ship and Koke on a fake stumble managed to get ahead of the pirate. He walked along the corridor ahead of the pirate feeling the other man's lascivious gaze upon him.
"Dats it! I'ze gonna have some first!" The pirate exclaimed in lustful fervor.
Koke found himself abruptly shoved forward and folded over the top of a nearby barrel. The pirate glanced around furtively for a moment before shoving Koke's pants down.
Koke gripped the barrel hard as he put up no fight against what was to come. The pirate's own pants fell as he stepped up behind Koke. He lunged forward with a triumphant cackle.
The cackle abruptly turned to a screamed exclamation of pain. The pirate stumbled backward from Koke clutching at his bleeding member in shock.