hello Rapunzel

I stand up as the two armed men from earlier enter and, again, gesture toward the door. Yes, I don't need to be told twice. I had already gotten up, ready to leave. My urinary bladder is completely full now, and it's hurting like crazy.

I walk out the door and head towards the stairs. I don't understand what these people are saying, but we don't seem to be heading towards the washroom because, as far as I remember, the washroom was on the left corridor side. But they are taking us to the other side from the stairs.

Well, if I thought the room was cold, I'm met with an even colder surprise when I climb the steps to the terrace, and the evening wind hits me squarely in the face and chest. J-Jesus. My teeth chatter, and I wrap my arms around myself while my body shakes uncontrollably.

They grab my arm, and since I'm half frozen, the scathing grip the man has on me hurts like hell.

'You're hurting me,' I murmur, and my breath becomes a puff of white air.

'Shut up,' he growls.

He takes me off the ship and onto the deck, and I'm forced to walk towards a small boat wearing only panties and a bra.

They blindfolded us. The other girls didn't say anything; it seemed like they already knew what was going to happen.

I didn't say anything either—I didn't want to get into more trouble again.

Soon the boat starts moving. I was blindfolded, but I could hear the movement of the water. Sofia was sitting right next to me, clinging to my side.

They keep moving us, which will make it much more difficult for anyone to find us.

That's if there is someone looking. Which I doubt, because after talking with Sofia, it's clear to me that these people are targeting single and low-class individuals, those who have fewer people looking for them and no one to take action for them.

I have no idea where we are when the boat stops. I can't say the exact time, but after the boat ran for about 30 minutes, we arrived here.

I heard the sound of people walking, and I snapped out of my thoughts.

I'm cold, and I'm about to pee right where I'm sitting.

Soon, the doors open, and the icy wind blows over our bodies.

At this rate, we will freeze and starve. We will die soon.

Some armed men take us out of the small boat and remove our blindfolds. Looking around, I realize we are in the middle of the sea, with no boats or land in sight. They have brought us to a very large ship.

There is an enormous ship on which a three-story building is being constructed. The ship is vast and grand, giving off a majestic impression. Surrounding the ship is a large, dazzling atmosphere that adds to its grandeur. At every corner of the ship, numerous men dressed in black are standing guard, armed with guns. It appears they are stationed for security, keeping a sharp eye on every movement.

I've never seen such a large ship before. It is as big and elegant as the Titanic, but it feels like a beautiful cage. Escaping from here now seems impossible. My hopes for rescue have begun to falter upon arriving here.

My eyes filled with tears as I thought about it. They pushed us inside.

As soon as we entered the main entrance, I murmured, 'I have to go to the bathroom.' But when the men ignored me, I shouted, 'Let me go! I swear I'll urinate right here.'

They pushed us down a hallway and stopped us in front of a door.

One at a time," one of the bastards barks. They push me into the bathroom, but when I turn to close the door, the bastard shakes his head and says

"Do it like this, the door won't be closed, and if you don't want to, it's up to you."

"Jesus," I murmur as I go to the bathroom. With an audience, I take off my panties and sit down. While I relieve myself, I keep glaring at the bastard for not giving me privacy. He wasn't looking directly at me, but the bathroom door was open, and that made me sick.

When I'm done, I give him a haughty look and take a moment to turn on the faucet next to the sink. I put my hand under the cold stream and drink some water. As I leave the bathroom, I shake the leftover drops off my hands. When we all finish using the toilet, one of the men orders:

'To the room.' He gestures with the barrel of his gun toward another door.

I am the first to enter the room, which is furnished with two double beds with thin, stained mattresses and nothing else. This ship is so large and elegant, but still, these people treat us as if we're less than animals.

Looking at this room, it seems like no animal would want to stay here. When we were coming down the hallway, the entire ship seemed like a grand mansion, with red carpets, beautiful paintings, and antique furniture. Given what I had seen, it's hard to imagine that such a room exists on this ship. I snapped out of my thoughts.

But when my eyes land on a pile of threadbare blankets, and not caring that they might be infested with fleas, I rush to grab one. I wrap my cold body in the scratchy fabric and glance at the filthy beds as I sit on the worn carpet. The other women also grab blankets and find a place against the wall.

When the men enter, my eyes are fixed on them, observing each of their movements. Gaining more courage than I feel, I ask, 'Are you going to give us food?'

They ignore my question, and when one of them grabs the arm of a girl with glassy eyes and the other takes out a syringe, I shout, 'Hey, leave her alone!' I stand up, not knowing what to do, and watch with a horrible sinking feeling in my stomach as they inject her with drugs. No. Fuck that.

I saw the door was open and, without thinking, I just ran toward the gate. The other man tried to stop me as I ran, but before he could do anything, I threw my full weight into pushing him aside and continued running. Suddenly caught off guard, he didn't understand what had happened and was momentarily disoriented. By the time he could figure out what was going on, I had already escaped.

When I get outside, I have no idea where to go.

Keeping the blanket around me, I run outside.

'Come back here!' that idiot shouts.

I reach another door and yank it open. My feet hit the cold floor of the porch, and I fly down the stairs.

The blanket flutters around me like a cape as I fall and twist my ankle.

'Oh God, no, not now,' I think. I was so scared that my heartbeat was racing. I looked back; they hadn't arrived yet. I have to run before they catch me.

I hear a knock. They open the gate and come inside. I run with my twisted leg. My leg is killing me, but I push myself to run faster than ever, letting go of the blanket and focusing only on surviving. I have no idea if the men are coming after me or if they are letting me go.

My eyes dart wildly around me in search of a place to find safety. I don't bother to open any of the rooms because I know they are all together, and if anyone sees me, they will take me back to them.

Running, I come to an intersection and, not caring where I'm going, I dash across to the other side, arriving at a pool area. I see a big couch with a small table.

Suddenly, I hear the sound of fast footsteps coming towards me.

I change direction to run around the couch and hide behind it.

The bastard who was giving the injections, along with two other men, entered the pool area. They were looking around and talking to each other. One of them had my blanket, which I had thrown behind me.

While they were talking, they ran off in the other direction.

Seeing them go away, I felt a surge of relief. Just as I was taking a calming breath, someone whispered in my ear from behind,

" Hello, Rapunzel."