The sun beat down on Sarah, making her squint her eyes. The rope around her wrists was starting to rub her skin raw. The man pulling her was chatting casually to his partner. They looked completely normal, as if they didn't have a slave-girl unwillingly following behind them.<br/><br/>She wore the same clothes she had on when she was on her father's boat. A pair of faded blue jeans, a white T-shirt with a tribal design on the front, and a grey hoodie, tied around her waist. Her long black hair fell past her shoulders. Her bangs were hanging messily over her face. Her bright green eyes were full of fear and worry. What were they going to do to her? Was she going to die here?<br/><br/>She wished she could see her father now. She didn't know if he was alive or dead now. All she knew was that they were attacked at sea by these hit-men and their crew. Now she was stranded in some jungle with the remaining two of the crew, and she knew they had no idea where they were. She was just worried about how to get free of them. Her eyes slid over to the rifles on their backs and she shuddered. What was she going to do?