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Someone slaps my cheek lightly, then a man laughs, “She’s still out of it.”
I realize I’m in a boat as it starts to slow down, and a minute or so later, I’m hauled over a shoulder again.
I manage to make out a bigger boat, and some control over my body begins to return. Bile churns in the pit of my stomach, and for a moment, it feels like I’m going to puke.
I’m tossed down on a hard surface, and the back of my head takes a knock, drawing another groan from me.
I have…to get…up.
My head rolls to the side, and I watch as men sit down on leather seats before the bigger boat starts to move.
Where are they taking me?
Finally whatever they gave wears off enough that I’m able to lift my head. Feeling sluggish, I pull myself up into a sitting position, bracing a hand on the deck.
“I thought you said she’s still out of it,” one of the men mutters.
“Should I shoot her up again?”
“Nah, the shit’s too expensive to waste on her.”
“Where…am I?” I ask, my voice slurred.
“The wide-open sea, baby.”
As my mind clears up more, I remember the drug dealers grabbing me and saying I have to pay off Mandy’s debt.
Oh, God.
The thought has my senses returning full force, and I glance around as I climb to my feet.
There are only three men on the boat with me. For an insane moment, I contemplate jumping overboard, but with my wrists tied, I’ll drown.
“Want to skinny dip?” one of the assholes ask before he bursts out laughing.
“No, thanks. It’s a bit too cold for that shit,” I mutter, feeling calmer than I should.
Losing my cool will only get me killed.
Jesus, I’m thirsty.
“Is there anything to drink?” I ask as I move to an open seat and sit down.
“No food and drinks on this cruise, baby,” one of them answers me with a smirk.
The wind is fucking cold, and it feels as if I’m turning blue, which has me snapping, “Is there a blanket or something I can use to keep warm?”
The one who talked to me the most nods his head at me. “She’s starting to annoy me. Shoot her up.”
“No!” I cry as an injection is dug out of a pocket. “I’ll shut up.”
One of the assholes gives me a evil-as-fuck grin before saying, “Too late.”
When I dart up, I’m knocked off my feet, and once again, I find myself face down as a needle is stuck into my arm.
Shit.
No.
