do anything with Bossman around. He’s dumb as a doorknob, but not that dumb.
My gaze slides away from his hellish eyes only to land on the soulless countenance of Bossman. Hunger lurks in his eyes, a dark perversion I won’t escape.
“I’m gonna take a piss and get some fresh air. This stinking ship is making me sick. Keep your eye on her and hands off.”
I cling to every word Bossman says.
I’m on a ship, and not that I’m any expert, but concrete floors aren’t standard on any boats I know. He said ship. That may explain the sub-sonic vibrations I’ve been feeling.
I concentrate on that; any detail could be important. There’s no obvious rolling motion. This must be a big-ass ship.
Zoe told me about her kidnapping, how she was shoved inside a shipping container for days. Is that the kind of ship I’m on now? It makes sense, but I’m hesitant making too many assumptions. I need more facts, more details.
Like the pistol shoved in Bossman’s belt and the knife strapped to his leg. I take note of those as he leaves.
I didn’t pay enough attention to Shelly, but I bet he’s armed too. Two armed men are too much for one small female to handle. But what about one?
Come on, Moira! The Guardians taught you how to fight. Four taught you what to do.
I only know my Guardian trainer by his numerical designation; Four. One through Six, our Guardians trained us at the Facility in self-defense. The problem is I need something offensive. I wish Four was with me now. He’d shove Shelly’s boot up his ass, then feed him his dick.
What I wouldn’t give for a little rescue right now.
I curl my lips inward, trying to moisten them with my own saliva, but I’m dehydrated and my lips simply stick together where they crack and bleed.
My entire body trembles and tears fall. I’ve got enough water in me to cry, but not enough to wet my lips. I’ve never felt this hopeless. At least there’s this, if I do have to give one of these motherfuckers a blowjob, my lips will feel like sandpaper on their dicks.
The guns scare me. Four trained me to use my body to fight, not how to handle a gun. I swallow against the thick lump in my throat and flutter my fingers.
What do I know?
Bossman killed Jack, not for sticking his dick down my throat, but for what happened next.
So, what happened next?
If I take Shelly at his word, I bit Jack’s dick off. Probably not all the way off, that doesn’t sound possible, but if I bit Jack’s dick, he likely retaliated.
I lift my hands to feel along my ribs and wince when I find tender spots. Definitely cracked. Bossman said Jack damaged the merchandise.
Hitting me is why Jack died.
So how do I get Shelly to hit me?
Whatever it is, I need to figure it out soon because Bossman will be back any minute.
Think, Moira, think. You can do this.
Why am I not tied up? They are either exceptionally confident or really dumb.
With Bossman gone, Shelly continues his lusty assessment. He wants me, but he won’t take me in front of Bossman, especially after being told to keep his hands off me.
I don’t know if that makes things any easier for me or not.
Not knowing what to do, and with despair having a grand old time ravaging me from the inside out, I give up and collapse.
Yeah, that's my grand plan, fall down and curl into a fetal ball. Like an ostrich sticking its head in the sand, I’m going to pretend none of this is happening.
My collapse surprises Shelly. He stands over me, canting his head sideways, looking down at me. Then he squats and his fetid breath washes over me.
“You have no idea, do you?” He pokes my shoulder. “Don’t be dramatic. Your Master doesn’t like his property throwing hissy fits.”
I uncurl, lowering my arms from my head. The thing is, he’s right.
“You heard me. Your Master isn’t going to like that kind of attitude.”
There’s a vibration in his voice, a sense of irritation and disquiet. Shelly doesn’t like being low man on the totem pole. I’ll use this to my advantage.
“And what about you?” I uncurl a little bit more.
“Huh?” He scratches his head and stands, towering over me once again. When he crouched before me, I took note of his state of arousal. Despite all the things Bossman said, Shelly is still eager and primed to fuck.