HELLO MY LOVELY READERS! Did you miss me? I sure missed you. So you don't have to read this but I just gotta let you all know why I haven't updated in awhile because I want to. I was supposed to update the chapter in the middle of March when I went on Spring Break but I was lazy, so that didn't happen. Then a week later my grandma dies and well...yeah. So there's that. I also had a 450 point writing assignment to focus on. Life fucking sucks, right? Anyway, let's get on with the show.

Hope you enjoy!

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I was silent for a brief moment after hearing his name, and while I tried to remain serious in my current situation, I couldn't stop the laugh from escaping. Honestly I didn't want to. He seems proud of his name, so of course I must degrade him for it. "Eret son of Eret?" I repeat, nodding in amusement. "How...original. I'm guessing your father is named Eret too? And your grandfather? And so forth?"

Eret smirks never faltered as he starts to circle around me. "Well, look at that. You're blonde and smart."

"Don't forget deadly," I remind him, smiling innocently. "I mentioned that before and I'll keep doing so until you believe me."

Eret stops circling me, standing below me in the spot where started from and where I could see him. An eyebrow was raised in genuine confusion. "What makes you think I don't believe you? Trust me...uh…"

"I'm not telling you my name."

"Fine. But as I was saying," he starts to pace back and forth in front of me instead of circling, perhaps to remain eye contact. "What makes you think I don't believe you to be deadly? I've met my fair share of warrior women. However, in the end," he chuckles, "no matter how hard they tried, they could never resist my charm. They always bent the knee for me."

I grimace, having an idea on what he meant, and feeling that my idea is right. "Okay, I did not need to know that, and for the record, I'm never going to 'bend the knee' for you. I'm…" Hiccup flashes through my mind then and before I could stop myself, I continue with: "...taken."

Eret shrugs, smirking as he does so and once again starts to circle around me. "Some of them were too. But if you're allegedly taken, where is your lover? Why aren't you two together?"

"I wanted time alone."

"Trouble in paradise?"

"The only trouble I've found is you."

"Is he or she nearby?"

"Why? You want a threesome?"

"Well, how can I refuse such an offer?"

"Hmm, well, sorry but he's not here right now."

"Ah so it's a he. That's disappointing."

"So are you. And I hope you know that if he was here right now, he'd have already have you blown to pieces."

"How so?"

"He has a Night Fury. Need I say more?"

A part of me regrets revealing that, but he has no idea if I'm telling the truth or not, so if I scare or worry him, I might be let go. He may be a dragon trapper or hunter or whatever the Hel they want to be called, but I doubt he's come across Night Furies and I'm sure he values his life. Therefore, if I scare him good enough, come up with believable lies about what Toothless can do, maybe this can work. However, there's a chance he might track me down if he releases me. I'd lead him right to Hiccup, Valka, and the dragons. If they find the Sanctuary, he and his men will have pretty much struck gold.

Which is why, if I am let go, I won't go back. I'll travel in a random direction and see what the future holds for me then.

"Did you say Night Fury?" Eret asked, seriously, before breaking his seriousness with a laugh. "If you think I'm going to believe that then you're dumb after all. I'm not stupid like you. Night Furies are extinct. I know this because I know the man who got rid of them."

My eyes widen at the words, my body stiffens, my heart races, and my blood runs cold. He knows the man who's killed every Night Fury in the world?! Now I definitely can't risk Toothless getting caught. It would destroy me, but Hiccup? It would kill him, and I won't let that happen. I refuse to let anything bad happen to either of them. "What's his name?"

"Nope," Eret says, popping the p as he shook his head. "That's classified information."

"If you tell me his name, I'll show you where the last living Night Fury is." A lie, of course, and he knew it, but it was worth the shot.

"Once again, no." All amusement is drained from his face and in its place is annoyance. "If it's real there's no way you'd risk its life. But it's not real, therefore you're lying about the Night Fury because you want me to let you go and blah blah blah. In the end, either by you or my superior, shit will happen to me and I'm not in the mood for it."

"You're scared that I'm telling the truth." I said it just to annoy him, but honestly I kinda think that a part of him believes me and is wary, which gets my hopes up.

Eret glares harder at me. "Scared? I think not. I'm not scared of dragons. My work revolves around them. If anything, dragons are scared of me. "

"Oh yes you are," I pressed on, forcing a laugh just to piss him off. "You're totally scared. You're scared of a dragon you've never seen before and have only heard in stories. You're scared of getting your ass beat by a girl because of your toxic masculinity. You're scared of this superior of yours. You, Eret son of Eret, are a pussy!"

Honestly? I don't know what I'm doing now. If scaring him doesn't work, then maybe pissing him off will. He looks like a violent person, so if I piss him off good enough, he'll want to beat me, and the only way to do that is to get me to the ground. I have a better chance of escaping once I get there.

A noise is heard in the back of Eret's throat, a groan or a growl, and when he digs into a pocket in his pants, I was expecting a knife to cut the ropes, truly believing that this was going to work, even if I get beaten so badly that I wouldn't recognize myself. Instead, a long wooden tube is revealed. Is that a flute?

"Aww," I taunt, hiding my confusion. "Are you gonna play a song for me? How sweet. I told you though, I'm taken."

Eret says nothing as he brings the tube to his lips, aims it at me, and blows. Something flies out of it in a blur, and next thing I know, something sharp pierces my leg, making me cry out in pain. "Ow! What the-" I look at my leg and see a dart sticking out of it, deeply impaled into my skin. Fire in my eyes, I look at Eret and screamed: "You fucking asshole! What did you just...just...what did you…what..."

My vision started to become blurry, everything slowly morphing into different shapes, as if I'm looking at the world's reflection in rippling water. Dizziness took over very quickly and my head frantically began to throb. I could feel it without touching it. My heart began to pound faster too. I could hear it in my ears. I feel like I'm going to puke, but most of all I feel like I'm going to go to sleep and it feels...pretty nice actually despite my throbbing head.

No wait! I can't. I can't go to sleep I gotta stay awake. I can't let my guard down. I gotta beat Eret's ass. I gotta...I gotta...I gotta do a lot. Wait, what am I doing?

"Don't fight it," says Eret or...some kind of fuzzy figure from below me. Is that Eret? Who is that? "You'll feel much better if you just let it take over." It sounds like him. His voice is so annoying.

Wait, what did he say? Let what take over? Yeah, okay. I can do that. Wait, what's going on?

And the last things I remember thinking before completely passing out was:

This did not go according to the plans that honestly sucked to begin with.

I did not see this coming.

And yeah...I feel pretty stupid for it.

Really fucking stupid.

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My vision is blurry when I wake up on the cold, damp floor, and after I blink and rub the sleep away from my eyes, I find myself trapped in a cell. A normal, human cell with thick rusting metal bars that were planted into the wooden floorboard on my sides and in front of me. Behind me was a wall which, thankfully, had a window. It was a barred window, but at least I'll still be able to see out of it. Which is the first thing I did when I got to my wobbling feet.

I don't get seasick, but seeing the miles and miles of sea made my stomach churn.

I'm on a ship, going who knows where, and I have no idea how I got here.

Wait.

And just like that, everything came flooding back. I was upset, went to the woods, stepped in a trap, met Eret, and he...the asshole tranquilized me. Is he on this ship or did he give me to someone else? Where am I being taken to? Did he or anyone else...do something to me when I was out of it?

I checked my body for bruises or scratches, along with making sure a certain someone wasn't sore and bloody, but everything came out fine. I don't think I was violated, and if I was...I don't want to find out. The only thing that's sore is my back from laying on it the hard floor.

A loud creaking of a door opening draws my attention over to its direction, and when I see the familiar face coming down the stairs that lead up to the deck of the ship, I scowl and force myself to remain quiet.

"Well, well, well," says Eret as he makes his way to me. "Look who's finally awake. How long have you been up?"

"How about you answer my questions first?" I reply, trying to be calm. I lean back against the wall and carefully watch him through the bars. "How long have I been out?"

Eret chuckles but says nothing as he walks over to the staircase and picks up a stool that sat along the wall next to it. He scoots it close to the bars and sits down, watching me just as closely as I was watching him. If anything is certain, it's that he's good at not blinking for a while. "Well?" I press, hating that I couldn't stay quiet and that he probably thinks I'm desperate. "Have I rendered you speechless? I tend to do that to males."

Eret laughs and it makes my blood boil. "Your confidence is just as bad as mine. I like it. I don't think Drago will though. But please don't restrain yourself around him. I'd like to see the outcome of it."

My boiling blood froze at the name he mentioned and my eyes widen. I heard none of his other words after that name, and I mentally scolded myself for not realizing sooner who his superior is. The one he mentioned before putting me to sleep. But just to be sure, I say: "What are you talking about? Where are you taking me? Who are you taking me to?"

And for a moment, I saw a very quick flash of guilt in his eyes. But I can't be too sure of it. Not with the dim lighting and the distance between us. I could still be a biz dazed from the dart. I did just wake up after all from being out of it. I just wish I knew for how long. Hiccup and Valka are most definitely searching for me now.

Eret opens his mouth to speak, but was cut off when the sound of a horn goes off. I didn't know what it meant, but he did and he sighs. He says nothing as he gets to his feet and puts the stool back to where he got it. I thought he was going to leave without saying a word, but as soon as his left foot is on the first step, he stops, and looks back at me.

"You woke up just in time, princess," he says, but there wasn't any smugness. Just...guilt. Which I could definitely see now. "It's time for you to face the dragon."

And I knew he didn't mean an actual one.

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If you felt this chapter was meh then I agree. Better luck next time tho! Stay tuned :D