The Captain of the ship was hurting her on purpose and she knew it, she had seen him do as much to Honey. She remained silent, passive, and did not react at all. She felt the girls hands twine into her hair. She did not pull away, she did not move. She continued to watch the scene unfolding before her distantly. She knew there was no hope, knew that they wanted to hurt others to make themselves feel better. She knew enough of psychology to see the problems and know them but not enough to be able to help them. As if she could help those so intent on harming others for their own pleasure, no, there was little to no hope for them, just as there was little to no hope for her now.<br/><br/>She let her mind wander to her fiancé Ryan, wondering if he knew she was missing yet. If he thought she had taken off with another man. Or if he had heard of the ill begotten fate of her ship? Really it did not matter she told herself, for she would never be seeing him again. Never enjoy the smile always on his lips or his soft caress as he held her tight. She would remember him though and think of him when she needed to distract herself away from these creatures and their attentions they would undoubtedly be lavishing upon her.<br/>