Chapter 19

"Sir, he is waking up," an annoying buzzing inside my skull said.

At first, everything was hazy, but eventually I could make out the dark room's gray walls and the floor's big metal plates. I was thirsty and my head was hurting. I felt as though I hadn't drunk anything in a few days because it was so dry in my mouth.

I flinched a little when someone took up my chin with a familiar voice saying, "Hey, babe," from just over my head. "Do you remember who I am?"

I ran across the same man I had seen earlier that day in the restaurant's restroom. I shivered as I tried to move my hands after realizing that I was tethered to the metal tubes by the shackles. I quickly turned to my right and left and noticed that my hands were locked to the sides of my body and that I was knelt in front of that fool. I gave him another disgusted look.

He gave me a stroke on the head and a smile before turning to leave.

I twitched as I saw a syringe in his hands and heard the shackles clang on the tubes. Besides that shit, there were two more dudes in the room. One of them then drew nearer, shoved an old rag into my mouth, grabbed me by the strong hands, and crouched down directly in front of me. I cried out in an attempt to get away, but I was too weak and he was too strong, and my cry was too quiet.

"Little whore, stay still. You'll feel great shortly," to better see my veins, he stretched the skin around my elbow and hugged it with his fingers.

I felt terrified. He immediately placed the needle to my skin and injected something directly into my circulatory system despite my attempts to shift away. I shivered once again after the stranger let me go, experiencing the peculiar chilling sensation where he had pierced me.

That scum in the white suit said, "Bad bitches should be punished. If Ranold believed his money would make sense, he is a complete fool. People like them are one of the worst."

He wiped his hands with the tiny white towel before turning to face me.

"Do you know he's also here? On this ship?" He enquired.

'What cruise ship?' I wrinkled my brow a little as I felt an odd shiver in my tummy. I started to shake a little, but there was nothing I could do. I felt a peculiar tickling deep inside my stomach, along with feelings of weakness and disgust. I couldn't figure out what was going on with me.

He drew forward, taking me by my hair, and shoved my face directly against his groin, saying, "It took us a lot of work to bring you here, but you will pay us, little bitch. Have you forgotten why you're here?"

I groaned as I caught a whiff of his pricey perfume and the odor emanating from his genitalia.

"Wow, you're begging me to take it out?" He pulled his stiff cock out in front of my face as he unzipped his pants.

I said in a hushed voice, "Ranold will kill you."

He chuckled, "As if, honey," and immediately shoved his dick into my mouth and up my throat, making me sputter and retch.

He made such harsh movements that I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.

"He is sipping scotch while talking to his lifelong assistant Jane on the upper deck, and he is completely unaware that his husband is sucking my dick only inches from where he is standing. Ha-ha! I want to savage you even more because of that, fucking bitch!" He seized my head and started to ram it down my throat.

His hard thrusts caused all of my internal organs to burn. He suddenly stopped, and I felt his cum streaming down my throat and into my stomach. I was unable to breathe normally and was on the verge of passing out. I couldn't help myself since I was shaking. I needed to warm up because I was cold. All of my muscles appeared to twist and squeeze, and I had mild cramps across my entire body.

"Fuck!" He yelled. "That was freaking fantastic. I'm fairly certain that you did that every evening with your hubby. You seemed to be really skilled at it. I guess it's time for you to help out my friends now. You'll behave well, won't you, boy?"

He seized my blouse and immediately tore it off, leaving the lumps falling from my shoulders. He also tore my trousers and dumped the shredded tissues in the trash, leaving me practically completely exposed.

He smiled, stepping back, "Yeah, that fits you better."

I was crying while reeking of his cum. I was trembling as I realized I was being raped by an unknown male. I wanted to cry because I was so hopeless. I wasn't even able to move. I was completely broken there on the bottom deck of the cruise liner. Nobody was there to keep me safe. Nobody would come to my aid.

The second man placed his dick directly on my lips and said, "Hey, buddy, suck me correctly and I will be kind, I promise." I obediently opened my mouth crying and started sucking his dick with my shaking lips. "You even make no effort here; perhaps we could give you some encouragement?"

I shivered as another man slipped his two fingers inside of me after feeling his hand on my dick. His touch caused the light to shudder, and my lower back started to tingle. As my lips encircled the dick and I sucked it "correctly," I started whimpering more forcefully.

He gently touched my head, caressing my cheek and saying, "Look, how excited you are," as if he were complimenting me.

"He's twitching me on the inside so nicely. I believe it's time to insert something," said the man.

The white suit wearing man abruptly responded, "Not so fast. Let's give this cunt a lesson because he is not deserving of real pleasure."

I noticed he was holding a lengthy rubber dildo. He smeared stuff over the surface by rubbing his fingers across it. The two males spread my legs wide by grabbing them. My body refused to comply with me, thus I was unable to speak. Compared to him, I was weak. Whimpering to the gods for it to end soon, I was only half listening when I heard gunfire coming from behind the door.

"Quick! Go get your weapons and settle it!" instructed the white-suit wearing man.

I was quickly left behind by the two men as they fled into the hallway. A sudden jolt of energy hit me as soon as I heard the familiar voice from behind the door.

"Ranold!" I screamed.

"You foolish bitch, shut the fuck up!" I received a brutal slap from the man in white.

He then used the poker to strike the fire extinguisher. It leaped up, landed on the floor, and spat white vapour into the air. It rebounded and struck me in the chest, leaving a deep scratch from a fuse, which caused me to squint. After hearing the gunshot, I noticed the figure in the fog striking someone with the poker.

"Ranold!" I shrieked as I suddenly heard the gunshot.

I observed two figures squabbling into the fog. I heard a crash as one of them threw the other into the wall. When I turned around to see my husband standing in front of me with blood and a cut on the left side of his face, my heart briefly stopped. His face swelled slightly. He tried to free my hand by grabbing it, but when he couldn't, he just fired a pistol into the handcuffs, releasing me. I noticed the figure in the mist, so I switched to my other hand to assist myself.

"Ranold!" I yelled and pushed him away when I suddenly felt a sharp ache in my hip.

"You little bitch!" The man in white hissed as my husband grabbed him by the neck and pushed him away from me.

When I looked down at my leg, I could see that the soldier's knife had pierced it deeply. I screamed in agony and squeezed my hip as I whimpered, understanding it wasn't a phony injury. My wound spat out red blood. I could feel the knife inside of me.

When I heard a thump sound extremely close by, I was sobbing and had a sudden panic attack. I saw both my husband and the white-suited man. My husband struggled to free himself from the man's clutches while he was being choked, breathing forcefully and heavily. I was terrified. I had no idea what to do. I froze in fear. I squinted and put my hands on my head, unable to accept what was happening to me. I cried a lot, sobbing loudly and putting my hand to my chest.

"Oli...vier..." The moment my husband uttered my name, I immediately turned to face him.

He was directing my attention to something behind me. I observed him struggling a lot, but in vain. The white man benefited. I swiftly shifted my gaze to the left and noticed the black gun on the ground. I reached out and grabbed it, shooting it into the air without any anticipation. The big explosion was the last thing I remember seeing before passing out.

I was practically neck-deep in the water when I first opened my eyes. I jumped out of fear when I saw the water pouring into that tiny chamber on all sides. The moment I pulled my hand free from the shackles, I noticed that it was still chained. No one responded when I screamed for help. I whimpered once more as I struggled to get away. The water continued to appear to come. I could not find my husband anywhere, but I could see the man in white floating on the surface.

"Ranold!" I yelled. "Ranold!!!"

I was panicking. I wanted to live, and I was afraid.

"Ranold!" I yelled hoarsely as I saw my husband emerge from the water.

He came to me after scanning the area while wiping his face. The water nearly reached my chin. I sobbed and begged him to save me.

He dove underwater in an attempt to free my hands from the tube-like shackles, but it was unsuccessful.

"Help me, Ranold!" I whimpered and gulped the approaching water as I sobbed.

I became much more frightened. I was terrified to death. I realized I could no longer breathe when he dove again. I showed up in the water. I glanced over to see my husband holding the poker not too far away. He tried to save me by hitting the tubes underwater, but it was ineffective. Water was dripping into my mouth as I sobbed. He warned me not to do it with a strong headshake, but I disregarded his advice. He then pinched my cheeks and used his legs to kick the tubes. When I heard the deep jingle sound, I clutched his arms because I thought I was drowning. He quickly drew me to him, kissed me, and gave me some extra air. I tightly pursed my lips and clenched his shirt. He swam up the stairs, and we eventually arrived at a spot that was safe by hopping onto the metal ladder and climbing it.

The situation on board the ship was dire. There were loads of people wearing suits and gowns, and everyone was rushing back and forth. All across the cruise ship, there were signal lights. Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to us. I heard a police siren nearby.

"How are you, Ranold?" My shoulders were covered by Jane's cozy shawl as I heard her words.

She gave me a nice hug while I clutched her maroon velvet frock with my hands. I was shaking, crying, and almost lost my life there. I was afraid and scared to death!

"Jane," my husband whispered quietly as he stepped back to the deck railings.

I stammered, "Wait," and extended my arm to him.

Jane muttered, "Shit, police," as she turned to face the officers approaching from the deck's other side.

"Wait!" When I saw my husband leap from the ship into the murky waters of the Michigan lake, I yelled.

"Olivier!" I felt Jane pull me back from the edge. "He'll be alright."

"No!" I screamed, then all of a sudden started whining. "No..."