Mary snickered as Mr. White spoke, the sound of his voice sending shivers up and down the slender girls spine. Her hands tugged and pulled at her collar, but to no avail. She looked between Samantha and Servos, then darting her gaze over towards the rail of the ship. The water crashed against the boat in calm little waves, Mary's vision somewhat blurred by the intensity of the suns reflection coming off of the white paint of the yacht. In Mary's mind, she couldn't tell what was worse, the onset of her withdrawal symptoms, or the fact that she was now a contestant in a madman's twisted, perverse little fantasy. She could already tell that none of the other girls seemed too concerned with anyone else but themselves, and why should they be?<br/><br/>Mary could see the island from where she was, though making out any details would prove a bit more challenging given her current state. Her eyes fluttered some as she so desperately sought to close them; anything to keep out the harsh, blinding light all around her. A swarm of shivers and shakes riddled up from the girls toes and shook across her body once more, snapping her mind into a state of momentary alertness. She knew she wasn't going to be able to get the collar off, and if anything Mr. White was saying was true, her only option at this point seemed to be survival. Her dark brown eyes scanned out into the water, a brief second of contemplation coursing through her already racing mind before a loud splash would be heard coming from the water below.<br/><br/>Mary struggled to swim, her arms flapping lifelessly out in front of her as every ounce of strength and willpower was summoned to carry her to shore. It felt like hours had passed by the time Mary felt the swift scathing of sand rubbing up against her wet skin and clothes. The fatigued girl flopped onto the beach like a rag doll, flipping onto her back as she gasped for air and sought to lift herself up onto her rear. Minutes passed as Mary sought to regain the energy expended in the swim, her addiction slowly but surely eating away at her physically, while mentally the only thing floating through her head was how she was going to get off this rock.<br/><br/>Looking out into the horizon, blue skies danced top an endlessly bluer ocean. Mary had always wanted to see the ocean ever since she was a child, though given the circumstances, it wasn't all that spectacular. The sun was only going to drain more and more life out of the girl if she sat on the beach and didn't get moving. Sightseeing time was over. Slowly but surely, Mary carried herself through the sand, and off into the heart of the islands tropical jungle.