Savannah had given up screaming for help. Now, she only screamed out for mercy.
She had no idea how she had come to be on this ship, swaying to the rhythmic pull of the ocean waves as she remained the captive of these pirates. The last thing Savannah recalled was heading back from the Halloween party in her sexy pirate outfit. The next moment, she found herself tied to a chair, out at sea and surrounded by this pirate crew.
Savannah had heard the news reports of strange disappearances and scenarios being acted out based on the costumes that the victims were wearing. Surely this couldn’t be it? Surely she must have been dreaming? The rope pressing around her wrists and ankles to secure her to the chair, along with the contact she felt as hands pressed all over her body, told her that this was no simple dream.
The female captain ignored Savannah’s questions while the crew pawed at her and fondled her.
“The lady of the hour! Welcome aboard, beautiful. Make yerself comfortable. Ye’ll be here a long, long time. Yer in for a rough ride, lass. It won’t be easy, not by a long shot. But if ye please me an’ the crew, ye might just live to see the sunrise.”
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