MasterofDice

 "What took ye so long?" Sadiq had his arms folded across his chest as we walked aboard the ship. His expression was dark, even though his eyes could barely be seen through his white mask. "I was beginning to think that Carriedo was giving ye too much trouble." "I was busy watching him undress…" Captain ___ rested one hand on the side of his brother's face, "Are ye jealous?" He whispered. "Why should I be jealous of a man who is far less superior than me?" Grinning, ___ walked away towards the captains' quarters, "Carriedo is to be chained and brought to me room." "Our room," Captain Sadiq muttered. I wasn't fond of being chained on

 Suddenly ___ burst out in laughter and we stopped on the stairway entrance. He lightly pushed me towards his brother, "I can't take it! Keep the lady on your arm, Sadiq, it's just too much," he sighed. "Are you sure?" "I know very well that I can't stand women, even though it's just a man in disguise. Disgusting, really." With a calm air once more, ___ wiped a tear from his eye, "You're better off than I." I have never felt so uncomfortable in my life! Two brothers take me as their slave, flirt, and rush me into women's clothing because I looked like one! Being treated like "a special young lady" only brought more torturous compliments. B

WARNING: This storyline includes incest between Male!Reader and Turkey and a threesome between Male!Reader, Turkey, and Spain ... (Spain's POV) ... They weren't ordinary pirates. Well, the Adnan's were far from ordinary. The slaves beside me, consisting of both men and women, stood in a row facing the sea. A few feet ahead of us was the slaveholder who seemed to be quite nervous in the presence of the Adnan Brothers. Why wouldn't he feel so? These two men were the most fearsome pirates of the seven seas! Any one of us slaves—except for me—would pray to be chosen to be a part of their crew. It would be a straight path to a life of

 This person dressed in black happened to be my wife. I relaxed a little as Kaylo slowed down a few feet away from ___, she gave us an odd look. Hesitantly my son looked around before grabbing his stepmother's arm and pushing my wheelchair farther down the hallway. "Kaylo, what are you doing?!" ___ demanded. "Father's in trouble!" I became irritated, "He's insane!" I shout. "Where the hell is everybody?" "There's a big political speech being given not too far from here, and it so happens that it pertains to the employees of this hospital-" "Stop talking, more running," Kaylo pushed me through the slider doors to the parking lot. "We need

(Arthur's POV) It was almost like a dream. I have witnessed many bombings in my life, too many of late, but this seemed so unreal. The flames bursting out from within the walls, shards of glass littering the floor, the crew shouting indistinct words, blood smattering the white tiles…Everything wreaked of death as I was led the way to the escape pods. Crimson was a color etched into my memories forever, no wonder why it was a color I bore as clothing and jewels. But it was ___'s favorite color. I highly doubted she would continue to like such a shade after seeing so many people die before her very eyes. Maybe the color gray, for it was