Mr. White waited for all the girls to be lined up before beginning. He quickly turned to face them “welcome ladies, to my humble yacht, and in time to my island.” With that he waived his hand towards the island. “I’m sure that all of you are wondering what you are doing here, and with that in mind I’m going to inform you.” He kept his voice firm, yet almost cherry.<br/><br/>“you have all been taken here against your will, for my purposes. As of right now your old lives are over…done…dead…gone you had best get used to that fact. I have brought you all here because I want to be entertained, because I want my customers to be entertained. You will all be dropped off on my island, there are no people on the island, no buildings, no cars, no machines, and no phones. Once on the island you will only have one task…survive.”<br/><br/>He paused to let this sink in then continued “I will be watching you, every second of every day. It will be your own little tropical hell you will remain on the island until you are either physically unable to stay, or until you ask to be taken away. At which point I will sell you into slavery. However, the last two of you on the island will be given their freedom…that’s right this is a competition.” Mr. White’s eyes sparkled a bit as he motioned to the hunters “these fine human beings will help to…encourage you to leave the island. I will give you about a day to get settled then let them loose on you…it will be a test of your willpower, and desire to be free. Are there any questions?”<br/><br/><br/>As he asked his final question Mr. White couldn't help but laugh a bit, everything had finally fallen into place.