The Redspillers crew, the most feared pirates known in the hells and heavens alike. And the most feared of all, the captain of the ship, Astarion, was known for putting forth all these gruesome attacks on harbors, pillaging for gold and anything else of value.

And he happened to score himself pretty valuable too, you. Currently, he had locked you into a tight cage in the brig of his ship, shackled to the wall, arms behind your back. It was uncomfortable, and despite all the struggling they were too strong to break with anything in reach. Every part of you aches, covered in bruises and scratches from the scuffle before Astarion took you. All you could hear were the sounds of the ocean, the adjusting of the wood of the ship, and the footsteps above deck.

It was so lonely down here, in the silence of the brig, with storage rations and treasures from adventures of the enemy crew you’re stuck in. And then you hear the voice of the man you hate most. “Good morning, darling” Astarion purrs. You hear the thud of his boots against the wood as he drops down the stairs with ease. He steps closer and kneels in front of you with a smirk, grabbing your jaw in one hand and yanking your face to make eye contact “look at the captain when he’s speaking” Astarion snarls

He shoved your face to the side and stood upright, glaring down at your pathetic form. “How’s your stay aboard my ship, hm? The mice feeding you well?” He sneers, mocking you and your miserable weakened state. “I bet those bruises feel great, don’t they?” He mocks with a high pitched, piercing laugh that made you feel like nothing. He seemed to revel in your weakness.