Dump the Cheater, Go for the Hotter

“Roshelle,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry.” She shakes her head in disbelief. Suddenly the walls start closing in, and I know I have got to get out of here.I have got to get away from this hurt.I see an exit sign and make a beeline for it without looking back. I push out into the cold night air, the door slamming behind me.“Shut the fuck up before I blow your fucking head off!” a man’s voice yells.“You don’t have the fucking guts,” someone else sneers in reply.Huh?I try to focus, despite my tears, and I angrily swipe them from my eyes. It’s dark and there are people out here. I try to focus on the shadows in front of me, then I turn back and try to open the door I just came out of. It’s locked and there is no handle on this side. It’s clearly a fire door.What? Where am I?The tears are streaming down my face.A gunshot rings out and a man drops in front of me clutching his stomach. My eyes widen in horror as I grasp the situation I have just unknowingly stumbled upon.What?Sudde

I can’t move my arm.Huh? I pull my arm, but it won’t move, and I glance over my head to see it is tied to a post.I struggle and look down at my body. Horror dawns on me.Oh my God.I’m naked, spread-eagled and tied to a bed by my hands and feet.My eyes flicker nervously around the room as I try to focus. I see the tall man leaning up against a dresser in the corner, completely shirtless. He is looking through my wallet from my handbag.What the fuck?I start to struggle frantically. I have got to get out of here. I jiggle my whole body to try and loosen the ties. “What do you want?” I cry.He ignores me and pulls my licence from my wallet. He holds it up and reads it.“Roshelle Meyers,” he murmurs.“Get out of my things,” I snap.He glances up and smirks, walking towards me before he kneels next to me on the bed. “I have already been in your…” He hesitates and runs his fingers through my open sex and then puts them into his mouth. “Things,” he replies dryly, arching his brow.My ey

My head hurts from earlier and I feel disorientated. I don’t need this fucking shit.What am I going to do? I have no idea how I am going to get myself off this ship.How did they get an unconscious girl onto a shipping deck through customs? What the fuck is going on with our border protection? With renewed purpose, I stand and start to head toward the control center. Somebody from there will help me. I know they will. They have phones and can call for help. I open the door and am greeted by another large metal staircase. I take the steps two at a time until I get to the top. I look around nervously and I see a man sitting behind the control center of the boat.“Hello.” I pause. “Can you help me?” I ask.The man turns around and my face drops. Oh God, it’s the man who tried to rape me on the bed downstairs. I step back in fear and he picks up the radio.“He’s finished. She’s out of his room.” He hangs up and smiles darkly as his hungry eyes drop down my body.Oh my fucking God, he jus

He gestures to the plate of cold food on the desk. “You know where yours is.”I roll my eyes and turn my back to him and face the wall again.I hear the door click as he leaves.I feel more human, having eaten and showered. I’m lying with my back to the door when I hear him come in. The room is lit by the lamp on the desk and he’s been gone for a few hours.I roll onto my back and look at him.“You ate?” he asks.I nod.He undresses to his briefs and then goes into the bathroom. He washes his hands and then I hear him brush his teeth. He then comes and climbs into bed next to me.We lay in silence for a long time.Finally, he breaks it. “Why were you crying?”I frown over at him in the darkness.He lies on his side facing me and fiddles with the blanket. “When you came out of the nightclub onto the back dock… why were you crying?”I hesitate before I answer. “I didn’t like the song they were playing,” I whisper into the darkness.He doesn’t question my lie and I don’t elaborate.Mac

I frown. I’m not getting dressed here in front of him.He rolls his eyes. “In the bathroom.”“Oh. Okay,” I whisper. I disappear into the bathroom and put on the clothes he has selected for me. A short, pink and purple tartan skirt with a dropped waist and box pleats, and a white flowing singlet with shoestring straps. I need a bra. I stick my head around the corner of the bathroom door and he looks up from his sitting positon on the bed. “Umm.”“Umm, what?”“I need some underwear,” I whisper through embarrassment.He raises an eyebrow and tries to hide his smirk. He stands and rustles through a drawer and passes me a pair of panties. “You won’t fit her bra.” He smirks.I stare at him blankly.“She has big tits.”“Oh.” Oh God, how embarrassing. I walk back into the bathroom, closing the door behind me to put on the white lace panties. I glance at myself in the mirror and cringe. I look like shit. I have a black eye and a small cut on the bridge of my nose. What must I have looked like