"Swallow this, bitch, or I'll make you swallow it through your asshole" The monster in front of me grinned, her innocent-looking childish face potraying a vastly different image than what any child her age should carry.
"Y-yes..." I stuttered, having seen what happens to those who dare respond to her words. Death would be a preferrable outcome.
Trying to wet my suspiciously dry mouth with my saliva, I look at the red blood inside the glass in my hands. I risk another look at the monster, seeing her casually leaning to the side, arms folded and crooked grin growing more and more evil with each passing second.
Finding my courage, I chug the liquid down, only to immediately regret it as I feel it slowly force it's way down into my body.
The world around me blurs, my eyes and other senses failing me. My head feels dizzy, my stomach feels as though it's on fire and it's like there's a thousand worms burrowing through my body.
'I wanted to do more with my life... Please, if there is a god out there... Help... me...'
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Aaaaand... Another one didn't make the cut. What a shame! Oh well, his loyal sacrifice to the great cause of myself will not be in vain. I used some blood to crush and mince the corpse and swallowed it into my body through my blood.
Out of the two dozen or so people in the ship, only half had survived. And now they would forever have to live knowing I could kill them at any distance, any time, in an instant.
Basically, I force-fed them some concentrated blood, which, for some reason they have to swallow willingly for it to work, and then positioned that blood around key points in their body, like their heart and lungs. I could literally crush them from the inside now... And oh boy did I enjoy watching them suffer.
Thus, with my new and very loyal crew at hand, I shall conquer the seas! Just kidding, I don't give two shits about water. I just want to murder people, because that's the only reason I haven't yet chopped off my head for good.
Humming lightly, I leave the newly dubbed 'room of happiness, joy, love and all things sweet and cute' (named it myself), and happily skip over to the outside of the ship.
I'd told everyone to gather there (for those who lived), so I could make a grand announcement, and that's exactly what I did as I peeked my head out of from a door.
"Hello people and lovelies of the seven seas! Congrats, you've lived! I couldn't be aaaaany happier, because now you're officially all my slaves! Thus, get rowing, sluts, or I'll torture you until you beg for death." I happily told them.
They didn't move.
"GET TO WORK YOU FUCKING CUNTS, DO YOU WANT ME TO CRUCIFY YOU AND RIP OUT ALL YOUR ENTRAILS!?" I screamed at them, and this time, they were quite quick to scramble.
"Wait! You, with the big muscles and tatooed arms! You stay." The man in question froze like a deer in headlights. The other sailors and passangers didn't dare stay as they quickly left the area, going back to their previous positions or at least as far away from me as possible.
Not that I cared. I was much more interested in... exploring... right now.
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I created a tendril of blood that I used to form a collar, which I attached to the neck of the man, who had tried to run off, but unfortunately for the cute little guy... I was far, far too experienced with prey trying to run away for him to pull such an amateur move off.
I dragged him to the ground in front of me, my smile impossibly wide by now. I dragged him away with a leash, carrying him off to the previous captain's room.
It had been over 11 years, after all, and while I was a bit too young still for the more fun stuff... I was more than ready for some good ol' stress relief.
The next day, in the morning, I carelessly absorbed the remains of my night activities, which consisted of a christmass tree formed from the bones and flesh of the man I took yesterday. I would have left it there, but unfortunately, I was quite the clean freak, and I wasn't quite ready for the smell of putrefying flesh.
Stretching, I groaned in satisfaction as my spine did a pleasant 'pop' sound. After my morning rituals, I spent the rest of the day actually doing useful stuff as I put everyone who remained back in line, taking mental notes on how useful some of the people were, how loyal, how ready to please and other such things.
When night came, I told two of the worst slackers and most inexperienced people, who were previously just passangers, and told them to follow me to my room.
Next morning, I had made a statue of... something. Strangely enough, it was made out of blood and flesh.
I left it in the middle of the ship, and from then on, everyone was very quick to please and work as hard as they could.
I still picked up some random and useless idiots at night though. I needed some relief too, y'know.
Unfortunately, by the end of the first week on my new ship, I only had 9 sailors left, basically no supplies, and we were still a week away from the nearest island, which was where I'd told them to go. Me carelessly eating 3/4 of the supply of food might have had something to do with it, but hey, I gotta put up some curves. Growing girly girl and all.
There had been one sailors who'd tried to steal some food when he wasn't supposed to. I chopped him to pieces and served him to the remaining sailors for the rest of the day. They never asked why we now had new meat on the table.
The ship could barely run at this point. It was supposed to be manned by at least 12 people after all, and without a capable captain to coordinate things, efficiency was at an all-time low as well. Turns out the first cute guy I picked up the first night was the captain. Shame.
Nonetheless, all my problems were solved when random idiot #4 spotted a piratey-looking ship heading towards us.
"Oh, yeah, I see it alright. Well then, boys, since you're my first slaves, you get seniority when they join our little gang. Oh, and for any rape that might accour, I want to be present." I said, feeling giddy at having more toys to play with.
"Yes, captain." Idiot #2 said. I had no idea of any of their names, and they didn't know mine. Which begs the question, why would I give them my real name? I need a fake one. Oh well, stuff for later.
I squinted at the incoming ship. "Aren't they gonna fire at us?"
The idiot next to me promptly informed me that, no, most pirates that go raiding don't usually fight. Ships mostly just surrended, give up their stuff, and then both part ways. Makes it easier for both parties.
"Fucking amateurs. Do we have cannons on this shitty ship?"
"No, captain." Idiot #2 answered, again. My smile dropped.
"Fuckers. Fine, I'll go deal with them myself. Their ship's smaller than ours so I'll probably sink it." I grunted. I was about to go when idiot #2 spoke up again.
"Wait, captain, instead of sinking it, why not capture it? Selling a ship like that would make quite some cash." He said, obviously nervous about speaking up to me.
I paused, considering his suggestion. I turned to him with a thoughtful expression. "What's your name?"
His eyes were now wide-open. "R-Renald, capt-"
"Yeah, yeah. Renald, you're now the manager of the rest of the fuckers. Make sure they're fed and work properly, and make a list with those who aren't working hard enough. I'll take those myself." I said, waving him off. Responsabilities? Nah, bitch. Just hand them off to the first idiot and you're golden.
"Alright, let's see what those 'pirates' are made of." I murmured, an evil smirk growing on my face as I summoned the worst nightmare-like creature I could make for now.
And then, I jumped off the ship and raced towards the now rather close pirates. New meat for the slaughter.