Hell. Hell on earth. Hell on earth in a hand basket full of fire. Mary twitched and squirmed with every movement and step she would find herself taking down this long, winding path of torment. Her trimmed black fingernails scratched and clawed at her arms as a shiver shook across her thin frame, her short dark curls bobbing before her squinting eyes. The sun was ruthless in its message. Warmth, beauty, paradise. Heaven and Hell couldn't look more similar. The small thing silently beamed with dark brown orbs, leering deep into her captors eyes, following the faces of anyone who thought to look her way. She wanted to remember...she wasn't going to forget.<br/><br/>She had spent three days at the bottom of that ship, trapped like an animal in a cage. The migraines were the worst part of it, though. Every second her eyes stayed open, Mary could feel her brain pulsing, her skin lighting up, her muscles tensing. Hell was trying to tear away at her from the inside out. She wore a flimsy white tank which hugged to her tight body as nicely as the short black shorts which left most of her bare and naked to the world. Her black and white chucks squeaked against the floor of the yacht as her feet shakily carried her up to the deck, her teeth nibbling and chewing to her lower lip as she casts wide eyed glances between the other girls, and their captors.<br/><br/>"I have a question." Mary pipes up from seemingly out of nowhere. "When can we take these stupid collars off?" A distasteful growl grumbles from the perturbed girl, her dainty paws tugging at the small metal band about her slender neck. "Couldn't come up with something a little more modern maybe?"