Twisted Hearts

[kasana]

She stood there silently before turning to face Beckett, "What do you want of me?" she asked; venom in her voice. She watched him, walking past him as she sat in his chair.

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

" Only want that you be my spy.... Nothing more . I want that you become in the Davy Jones's crew. If you it are already not, Kasana ". He said to her with astuteness her looking at the eyes. He knew all the truth, he was proving her , was proving his loyalty.

[kasana]

"I'm already in his crew." She said, with an icy tone; she watched him. "A spy? to do what exactly?" she said, she had numerous scars on her back from lashings by Jones, though they couldn't be seen through the dress. She let out a quiet groan, watching him.

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

" I know it ". He said with pleasure when it heard his words. " Mercer, everything can find out it, but he is not a member of Jones's crew. I want that you are my spy, if Jones plans something against me, ask you, order you to communicate it to me ". Said with coldness, but when it saw as it was expressing a groan, it lifted one of his eyebrows and asked her " ¿What happen, Kasana?"

[kasana]

"¿What happen, Kasana?"

She watched him, letting out a quiet sigh. She undid the dress slightly at the back, turning so she had her back to Beckett. Allowing the dress to fall slightly so the multitude of gashes were revealed, whip marks. Deep cuts in her skin. She quickly turned to face him, doing the dress back up. She spoke submissively.

"I will be your spy."

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

His eyes did not show anything when one saw the scars of his back, his deep cuts. Alone, he walked over to her and with one of his fingers caressed the scars of his back. His body was closed against he against her, and ihe, attracted more to him when with his arm surrounded his slender waist to be able to whisper in the ear. "These scars will not be at all if your you try to betray me, Kasana ". Stopped to give up his breath on his skin and a malignant smile draw in his lips.

[kasana]

"Oh dont worry, I won't betray you; but I'm not too sure about Jones betraying you." She said, feeling his arms around her waist; her eyes blazed with rage, Keep your hands off me Beckett. The rage in her eyes grew more when he'd caressed the scars, now she was pissed; though she kept it inside.

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

Cutler Beckett with ice in his eyes, one of his fingers fixed to themselves more in one of his scars to hurt her before separating of her. " I have his heart Kasana. He this one to my feet. I of you would take care that one of my backs, the men will not even want to touch you when they see your back ". He said to her with cruelty, with a cruelty mixed with irony and sarcasm. And moved away from her to sit down in his desk. He took his elegant pen and began to write a letter.

[kasana]

She laughed silently, "Oh dont worry, my scars dissapear within minutes." she muttered, "Yes, you have his heart; but he would willingly die before becoming your slave." Kate said.

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

" He cannot die, Kasana. That badly informed you are, pirate ". Answered to her without look at the eyes, writing the letter for a lady. " Jones, is immaterial and I it can do material if I cross his heart with my sword ". It was so ironic, so sarcastic, so sweetly evil.