A rapist doesn’t want me.
He hops into the shower and under the water, facing away from me, I see he’s huge and muscular and his whole back is covered in tattoos. If he wanted to kill me with his bare hands… he could.
I wouldn’t stand a chance against him.
I walk around the room in search for my clothes. I have got to get the hell out of here. Suddenly frantic, I open a drawer and quickly pull the t-shirt over my head as he walks out of the bathroom. Shit, that was the quickest shower in history.
“Where you going?” he asks as he dries his hair with the towel.
“Home,” I snap as I pull up the shorts.
He raises an eyebrow. “You a good swimmer?”
I frown. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“We are fifty miles from shore.”
Huh? I frown.
“You’re on a container ship.”
I start to look around in a panic. “W-what do you mean?” I stammer. Oh my God.
I run to the cabin door and jiggle the handle. “Let me out. Let me out,” I cry.
He opens the door. “Have fun with the crew.” He pushes me out and slams the door behind me.
My eyes dart from side to side as I try to focus on my surroundings that are all metal. It’s dark with only a row of small orange lights on the floor along the wall. To the left is a wide corridor that must be at least one hundred meters long and I can see a large lit up room at the end. Noise and laughter echoes down the corridor. I can hear men’s loud laughter. Oh God, those are the animals that were just in my room. I look to the right and see an exit sign. I have got to get out of here. I quickly dart across the hallway to the safeness of the dark and make my way up toward the exit sign.
He was lying.
He had to be lying. I’m not on a boat. I can’t be on a boat.
I tiptoe like a mouse up the three flights of stairs until I get to large double doors with small round windows in them. I peer through and my heart sinks.
It’s dark and raining, and for as far as I can see shipping containers are piled up miles high on top of each other.
Oh my God, what do I do?
I stand back as I think. I know one thing for certain: if I stay on this ship I will be dead before I see land again.
Fuck this. I burst through the doors and run outside into the pouring rain as I frantically look around at the surroundings. I run to the side of the ship and look over the side… water for as far as I can see.
With my heart hammering in my chest, I run to the other side of the boat… water for as far as I can see. I look to the back and see a tower with lights on in it and I know that the captain must be in there. He will have a radio.
Yes.
He will help me.
I run toward the watchtower and trip over a large rope thingy that is raised from the metal deck and I go flying across and fall onto the hard floor.
I lie for a moment in the rain as despair fills me. I can’t do this. I’m not strong enough to get through this.
My head hurts from earlier and I feel disorientated. I don’t need this fucking shit.
What am I going to do? I have no idea how I am going to get myself off this ship.
How did they get an unconscious girl onto a shipping deck through customs? What the fuck is going on with our border protection? With renewed purpose, I stand and start to head toward the control center. Somebody from there will help me. I know they will. They have phones and can call for help. I open the door and am greeted by another large metal staircase. I take the steps two at a time until I get to the top. I look around nervously and I see a man sitting behind the control center of the boat.
“Hello.” I pause. “Can you help me?” I ask.
The man turns around and my face drops. Oh God, it’s the man who tried to rape me on the bed downstairs. I step back in fear and he picks up the radio.
“He’s finished. She’s out of his room.” He hangs up and smiles darkly as his hungry eyes drop down my body.
Oh my fucking God, he just called for the other men. I turn and run.
I run for my life down the stairs two at a time and I can hear men yahooing in the distance.
No. No.
I run as fast as I can and I burst through the doors and back out onto the deck. I run over to the side and hide behind one of the shipping containers. The rain is coming down really hard.
I hear the double doors burst open and all the men yell excitedly. “She’s here somewhere. Find her.”
* * *
Mac
I am just drifting off to sleep when I hear a commotion outside in the hall. The boys are all cheering.
I hear her scream.
They found her.
I roll over and shake my head as uneasiness passes over me. She screams again and I hear one of the men cry out in pain. I smirk to myself. She’s obviously just hurt someone. Feisty little bitch, I will give her that.
I start to drift off again and I hear her cry out in pain.
I frown. For fuck’s sake, I don’t need this shit. I’m tired.
For another ten minutes, I doze, and then the sound of a frantic bang on the door wakes me.
“Help me. Help me!” she screams as the door handle jiggles frantically.
Go away.
I close my eyes again.
“He won’t fucking help you,” I hear Ian call out. The hairs on the back of neck stand to attention. Fuck, I hate that guy.
I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling through the darkness with my hands behind my head as I listen.
I hear her struggling and fighting the group of men in the hallway. She’s a hellcat all right.
I should have let them kill her. It would have been way less dramatic.
I don’t have the time or energy for this shit.
“Please. No,” she cries.
Fucking hell. Annoyed, I hop up and pull on my shorts. I stand behind the door with my hands on my hips as I listen for a moment.
“Oh, I’m going to give it to you good.” Ian growls. “You’re going to pay for that bitch.”
That’s it. He’s not fucking getting her. I open the door in a rush and the boys look up from their spot on the floor where they are struggling to hold her down.
“Get off her,” I snap.
“M-mac,” Ian stammers as he looks up. “You don’t want her.”
I glare at him.
“We do,” Mike replies. “She’s good to go. You’ve already finished with her.”
I turn my attention to the annoying little fuck. “Give me a reason to kill you. Make my fucking day.” I growl.
He narrows his eyes at me.
“Let her go.”
They stand and let her up off the floor and she practically jumps onto me and throws her arms around my neck for protection. She’s wet and cold and shaking in fear. My hand instinctively snakes around her waist.
I glare at my crewmates. “Next person who touches this girl is going to fucking die. Do you all hear me?”
“Is that a threat?” Ian sneers.
I grab him by the throat and squeeze hard as I slam his head against the metal wall behind him. “That’s a fucking promise, cunt.”
The men all step back and glance at each other.
“Do not fucking piss me off!” I growl.
They take another step back and I open the door to throw her into my room just as Ian makes another desperate grab for her. I close the door behind her and then I turn and punch him hard and he doubles over in pain as he clutches his face.
I then turn to Mike. “Who’s next? You want to fucking go at me. Let’s go?”
The wimps all back down and begin to walk back up the hallway. Just as I thought they would… soft cocks.
I walk into my room, closing the door behind me before I turn to see her lying on the bed in the foetal position, crying.
I close my eyes in annoyance.
Fuck this shit.
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