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With that, he leaves.

Closing the door behind him.

Well fuck.

What the hell do I do now?

6

Two days.

I’ve been in this room for two days.

He feeds me, brings me water, and then he disappears, only coming back at night when he’s drunk. I feign sleep, mostly so I don’t have to speak to him, but on the third night, when he returns, he brings a woman with him. I don’t know who she is, but I haven’t seen her before. She’s got raven black hair and a body to die for.

It’s late, I don’t know what time, and I can smell the whisky when they enter the room, her giggles filling the small space as he takes her to the sofa where he spends most nights sleeping. He locks me in, but tonight, I see he has left the door open slightly. Clearly enjoying himself too much. I roll a little, staring across as his mouth slides down her neck while she presses her body to his.

I clench my jaw, a strange sensation washing over me.

His hand slides up her dress, and I know the moment his fingers are inside her, because she gasps and then her moans fill the room. White hot rage, and a strange sense of jealousy wash through me and I can’t stand to lay here and listen to him fuck her, driving his cock deep in her body. It brings out something in me I don’t understand, it’s a mix of envy, rage and hurt. Hurt because it makes me feel cheap for giving him what I did.

I’m not doing this anymore.

I’m not going to be a fucking prisoner.

When he turns his back to me, to push her towards the sofa, I move.

Pushing out of the bed, I run.

I don’t hesitate, I don’t look back, I just run.

Making it out the door, I have no idea where it is I think I’m going to go, but I’m feeling a sense of frantic desperation, and I can’t sit here for a moment longer. Mind racing, I charge down the narrow halls of the ship until I find a set of stairs. Heavy footsteps are looming closer behind me, but I don’t look back. Taking the steps two at a time, I climb until I reach the upper deck. It’s raining lightly, but mostly, the ship is smoothing at a steady pace. There is nobody up here in the eerie darkness, and only the sounds of ghost like wind trickles past.

“Where do you think you’re going to go, Ellie Mae.”

Marek’s voice behind me has my spine stiffening.

I reach out, placing my hands on the railings and peering over the side at the gloomy dark ocean, with its endless secrets and terrifying depths.

“You won’t jump over the side,” he taunts, and I turn to glance at him, shirtless, his long hair whipping in the wind.

Fuck him.

“Wanna bet?”

I offer a sly smile, my mind shutting down on me, as I put my foot on the railing and climb over to the other side. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and let go. I don’t know what I’m thinking, but in that moment, all I want to feel is the water pushing me down, so the rest of the world drowns out for a moment. I know he’ll save me, even as I hit the cold water, I know he’ll follow.

Pathetic? Probably.

But he needs to see that I’m not playing.

I will not be his slave.

I let myself sink into the ocean for a moment, the salt burning my eyes, the cool water feeling as though it is constricting my body and yet, I feel weirdly free.

I get only a second, before a hard set of arms circles me and hauls me to the surface.

“What the fuck are you thinking?” Marek thunders, holding me tightly as a wave crashes over us, causing me to splutter as saltwater fills my mouth.

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