Micah's Island Read Free

around in.  A small settee with a coffee table
strewn with random magazines about guns and ammo (and how I wished I had some
of both).  Typical cabin you’d find on a cruise ship.
    I should’ve been scared to death, but I
was more pissed than anything. I’d been duped.  Calvin is a dumbass, but he’d gotten
one over on me.  I felt really stupid.
    Time passed.  I slept.  I twisted my
wrists in the rope to see if they would give.  They didn’t.  I slept some
more.  I was starting to get ravenously hungry, and I had to pee.  I wondered
if anyone would come for me, or if they’d just let me starve.  I was not above
pissing the bed if I had to, but that would’ve made me more uncomfortable than I
already was.
    The sky was starting to darken in the
little bit of it that I could see out the window. I finally heard the key in
the lock of the door, and I have to admit, my heart stopped. 
    It was Dolph, bringing me dinner.  He didn’t
say a word as he untied me.  His way of lulling me into a false sense of
security.  I made a move toward the bathroom, and he nodded his head.  When I
came out, he backed out the small door of the cabin, eyeing me like I’d
sprouted horns. I heard it lock.
    I was ravenously hungry and equally
thirsty. I ate the soup and sandwich much faster than I should have, hoping I
wouldn’t regret it.   Seasickness and all.
    I snooped around the cabin, but it was bare
of anything that would’ve been useful to me.  I did find a comb and brush,
which was awesome. Calvin didn’t send any of my clothes along.  All I had were
the clothes on my back.  I refused to look out the window at the open water.  I
curled back up on the bed and fell asleep.
    The next thing I know, I’ve got a man
all over me.  Freaking Dolph.  He waited until I was asleep to ambush me.
    I’m not sure what he was thinking, but
he brought handcuffs with him this time.  I guess it would’ve taken too long to
tie me back up or something?  I don’t know, but as I turned to punch him in the
face, he snapped the first one on my right wrist like a ninja. He yanked my arm
over my head so hard I thought he was going to rip it out of the socket.  He
locked it onto the towel bar over the bed.
     He’s a big guy. Despite the fact that I
put up a pretty good tussle, it didn’t take him long to do the same thing to my
left arm.
    I kicked and swore and fought like a
demon, but with my arms immobilized, it wasn’t hard for him to retie my ankles
to the bed.
    So there I was with very little on in
the way of clothing, and a huge pirate man (complete with obligatory scar)
staring down at me with naked lust in his eyes.  Great.
    I was really scared. I was shaking. I felt
like I was going to throw up.  Up until that point, I guess I was just too
stupid to process what was actually happening to me.  It was crystal clear now
though—I was about to be raped.
    You always think you’ll know what to do
if you find yourself in a situation like that.  I was always sure I could save
my own skin if push came to shove. I’d fight back and get out of it unscathed. 
What bullshit. I was as helpless as a kitten laying there on that bed
handcuffed and tied.  I had no illusions about saving myself.
    His eyes glazed over as he stared down
at me.  I wondered if there was somewhere I could safely tuck my sanity until he
finished. 
    He reached out and ripped the tank top
right down the front in one quick motion.  I don’t know if you’ve ever seen one
of those shelf-bra tank tops, but they seem like they’d be pretty hard to rip. 
Not for him.  Just like tissue paper. My girls bounced out.  I heard his sharp
intake of breath.  I was in so much trouble.
    I went limp and closed my eyes then,
because I knew nothing I did was going to save me from this man.
    “I’m not taking you to Saudi Arabia,
Gianna,” he said.
    My eyes flew open. I was surprised. 
“No? So what’re you going to do with me?”
    “I’m keeping you for