The man pushed the throttle forwards on his boat, sending it leaping forwards as it smashed head long into the waves, cutting through them with ease as he continued on his path, the warmth of the Miami sunshine beating down upon his head.

After a half an hour of driving the boat, he eased off the throttle as the put the boat into neutral, letting it continue to run as he looked around the ocean and saw that he was all alone, as usual.

He then looked over at the woman who was sitting slumped over in the passenger's seat, a cold smile on his face as he stood up and walked over to her and in one quick move, slung her over his right shoulder.

To him, she weighed nothing as he was extremely fit, biceps bulging from the sleeves of the black t-shirt he had on.

He then walked over to the ladder as he climbed down from the first deck of the three story boat to bottom deck.

He was careful not to jostle her too much on the way down the stairs, her long blonde hair brushing against his back as he reached the bottom deck and turned around to see the large, long steel casket he had created as it was resting on the platform at the back of the boat.

It was like a casket in the sense that this was what would most likely be her final resting place but the similarities stopped after that.

It was basically a large, long steel box that he had created, seven feet length wise by four feet wide.

It stood at about three feet tall and the steel he had used made it four inches thick. He had carefully constructed the casket, ensuring that water would not seep into his creation.

He switched the unconscious woman from over his shoulder so that he was carrying her in his arms as he bent down and lowered her into the steel box.

He had lined the inside with plush lining, somewhat like a coffin to confuse them when they woke up. . .they'd think they were buried in a casket underground but what they didn't know is that they'd be trapped fifty feet underwater.

Smiling at that thought, he turned around as he looked at the two E-Ox Model 680 Personal Emergency Oxygen systems, with large tank oxygen regulators, gages, shutoff valves, tubing and breathing masks.

He grabbed them and placed them by the woman's feet as he turned around and grabbed the React Oxygen Conserver and placed it inside as well. The React Oxygen Conserver would add extra hours onto the time that the women would remain underwater.

He had also placed a walkie-talkie inside the casket along with some batteries so that he'd be able to contact them. He'd already turned it on so that when they woke up, he could hear them. . .

Humming a tune to himself, he turned around as he looked at the covering for the casket. It was a simple steel door, about three inches thick as he had created a window at the top of the door, reinforced with very thick glass.

The window was a small, circular window that he had placed a cover over, ensuring that when they woke up, it would be completely dark and that once he contacted them, then he'd reveal to them where they were and he'd listen to their screams as they realized they were underwater.

He continued humming his tune as he lifted the steel door up, straining with the weight as he turned around and placed it over top of the casket, covering up the woman. Now all that was left would be to weld the lid to the rest of the box.

He turned around once more and grabbed his welding mask as it slipped it over his head and he set to work on welding the lid closed.

A few minutes later, it was done and he carefully put his equipment away as he turned his attention back to the casket.

Everything was ready as he leaned forwards and slid the covering off of the window as he looked in at the woman, who was still unconscious.

"Don't worry. . ..you won't feel a thing." He said, a twisted smiled on his face as he shut the cover and looked at the ocean in front of him, the turquoise blue water sparkling as the sun shone down on it.

He dropped down onto his knees, placing his hands against the side of the casket and he pushed as hard as he could, straining against it, using all of his muscles.

Slowly the casket moved towards the edge of the boat as he continued to push, beads of sweat dripping down his face.

The casket moved inch by inch until it was hovering over the edge and with one final push, he watched as it teetered on the edge and then fell over with a resounding splash as he grinned, watching as it floated for a few seconds before it sank quickly and he stood up and headed back into the boat to wait for the fun to begin. . .