He lunged forward , biting into her shoulder suddenly , sinking his fangs and turning his head quickly , tearing off a chunk of flesh several inches long . He spat the piece aside and lowered his face into the pool of blood gathering in the wound , rolling his face from side to side , drenching his beard with her . Now , fully unleashed , her screams ripped into the night , and she thrashed beneath him , throwing herself against her restraints in an impossible attempt to break free .
“ Stand fast , Mr . Ryan ,” I shouted , as the bosun , started to lose his nerve . His mind told him to run with all his strength , but there was nowhere to run . And , he knew , that should he fail the Captain , his fate would match that of this poor child .
The captain ’ s fingernails , now grown into claws , shredded the remnants of her blouse , leaving deep bloody furrows across her breasts . He slurped at her , and then sought out new areas to inflict wounds . Her eyes , seeking mercy , pleaded with Mr . Ryan and I , but there was no salvation to be found there . In the Captain ’ s service , we were both already damned . He bled her slowly , eliciting as much pleasure from her suffering as possible , for as long as he could . With each violation , the Captain ’ s rage seemed to dissipate , and as his hunger approached satisfaction , he grew calmer . She had screamed with all the strength she had , but her wails of anguish had been stolen by the wind . And , as her strength faded , her screams of torment , evolved into fervently murmured prayers , and after that , silence . In his last , final assault , he bit into her neck , exposing the veins that would allow him to drain her completely . When he had finished , he stood for a moment , looking down on the destruction that he had wrought .
“ Settle this , Mr . Coogan ,” he said , and turned back to his cabin .
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