Chapter Eleven.
Safron played a thousand scenarios in her mind, each of them ending with her strapped to a bed, whilst men, and women abused her both physically and mentally. She flet the burn marks where one woman had subbed out her cigarette on her skin every time she visited the locked room. Safron had screamed, yet nobody came to her rescue. The horrors of her captivity only worsening. When she had first arrived at the yacht, she had been placed in room number one. The room for virgins. However, as time went on, her room would change. The higher the number, the more dispensable the occupant. Once you were dragged into room ten then your days on earth were limited, sometimes to mere hours. Death would come, either by the hands of the evil men and women who utilised the yachts s****l ‘
