6

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.

Roshelle.

I pant and shake uncontrollably. I’m lying on the bed and the tears won’t stop.

I have never been so frightened in all of my life.

He walks back in and stands at the end of the bed for a moment as he watches me. Then he disappears into the bathroom and turns the shower on.

I shiver and shake, unable to control it. I’m so cold.

He reappears and watches me for a moment. “Get in the shower,” he demands.

I can’t get up, the shaking is so violent.

After watching me for a moment he picks me up and carries me into the bathroom and I cling to his neck for protection. The tears are running down my face.

“Stop shaking,” he snaps, annoyed.

“I can’t…I can’t help it,” I stammer. My teeth are chattering and the shudders through my body are violent.

“Christ,” he mutters to himself, and with an exhale of breath, he walks in under the water with me pressed against him. Both of my arms are around his neck and he is holding me like a bride.

He doesn’t speak, and for a long time we stay under the hot water as I cling to him. Eventually my shudders subside. I don’t know if it’s the shock or if I’m so physically exhausted from fighting, but I am struggling to stay awake. My eyes keep closing by themselves.

“Can you stand?” he asks as he puts me down.