Beckoning Becky.

Thornton raises a brow and begins feasting on the dancer’s petite body. Emmaline frowns and crosses her legs almost instinctively. It wasn't as if Thornton hadn’t examined her thrilling curves already, was it? The lean pirate was full of surprises, as she found he wasn't staring at her out of lust, rather judging her, something about her.

Emmaline’s eyes widen in shock, realizing what the man was trying to determine. Thornton raises his head to meet her gaze. She only holds his for a few moments before looking away, blushing. Thornton grins.

“Where would I find the joy in a whore like you? You’d enjoy it too much.” Thornton mocks as Emmaline’s cheeks continue to redden. Normally unbothered by the others being exposed to her harlot ways, this time, in the Bravos’s dreaded situation, it was much different to her.

“I’d much rather enjoy a different fruit, better do it now, as I may not have much time with you, my dear.” Thornton continues, gazing directly at Becky. The girl’s head raises, only for her stomach to drop. They both recognized that he would get what he wanted, something Liv was slow on.

“Hell no!” She protests, standing up alongside the now timid Emmaline. “If you think you can throw her around, you've got another thing coming assh-”

“Liv…” Becky somberly chirps. “If we do anything… they could- they would have it out worse for Fuu.” She raises herself on two shaky legs and walks over to the cell door. Becky and Liv exchange a glance. Liv looks like she could **** an entire room. Maybe she could. Regardless, sacrifices would have to be made if the Bravos were to make it out of this mess.

Becky’s thoughts are interrupted as the cell door is thrust open, and she’s gripped and ripped away from her friends.