At that moment, I had only one thought running through my head: if I could live, I’d make the people who did this to me pay—ten times over.
The blade stabbed straight through my chest—it was ice-cold. Blood spread out like ink on water.
“Splash!”
A spray of seawater shot up as I was thrown off the yacht. The cold water swallowed me up instantly, soaking me to the bone. I knew how to swim, but all I could do was watch the bright lights of the ship getting smaller and smaller.
“Help! Somebody help!” I screamed, panicked and helpless.
I didn’t want to die. I kept splashing, trying to stay afloat, but every movement pulled at my wound, sending sharp pain through my body. Before long, I was completely out of energy. Water poured into my mouth and nose. My body started sinking..
