Kayia the reject

Four months prior:

Sitting down on the yacht, nursing my beer. I looked around at the others, some of them were dancing to music blaring from the radio. I had known my best friend since high school, after we had graduated she went on marrying a very rich man. I had went off to college to work on my doctoral degree, I have always had an interest in being a doctor. she plopped down beside me, looking at my beer which had gotten warm, and I stopped drinking it.

"Wow, you have not even danced with the guy who keeps on looking at you. Why do you have to be such a party pooper?" Grabbing my hand, making me drop my beer and shoved me towards him. Not even letting me answer her, it was very typical of her, always asking but not caring what they answer is.

" I see your friend got sick of you sitting by yourself, my name is Logan Wolffe and your name." I could feel his eyes looking down and up on my body and possibly undressing me in his mind, my anger rose up in me.

"Yeah whatever" Moving close to him, I could see my friend smiling thinking I was going to kiss him. "I am not looking to become your one night stand or even getting to know you at a professional level if that would even count, you are a sick dog like the rest of them on here." Walking away from him, I could see that he was hurt but I did not care. Making my way to the bow of the yacht, I looked back to him to see hurt smear his face. I did not care at this moment, seeing my friend running over to me, a part of me wanted her to fall off the yacht and land in to the clear blue water. Grabbing the bottle of rum sitting on the ledge, I took a deep swig of the alcohol feeling it burn down my throat and in to my stomach.

"What did you do? I was trying to get you set up, especially after what your ex did to you." Balling up my fists I did not need anything reminder of what he had done, and I did not need someone to make me forget what he done.

"I told him that I am not looking to become his one night stand or even getting to know him. I swear to fucking god if you remind me of him one more time, I will not hesitate to punch you in the face." Still holding the bottle of rum, I proceeded to the bunks on the lower deck. I needed to be by myself for the rest of the night, sitting on my bunk. I began to drink more, feeling sadness and fear reach in me and pull at my emotions trying to make me let them out. I had bottled up everything he had done, and refused to let others see my crumble down, after a while of drinking and almost consuming most of the bottle, I placed it on the night stand and curled up in a ball and finally let the tears that had been pent up go. Soon I had fallen asleep.

Walking up to the sound of gun fire or what sounded like gun fire, I bolted up in full blown panic, 'I need to get out of here, I don't even know how close they are, if there is many of them. It could just be Jessica's husband shooting off flares or his handgun, he was prone to doing that when he got drunk' Pushing myself up and putting my medium length black hair up in the ponytail, I opened my door with caution. I began my way to Jessica's room, hoping that there was nothing wrong with her, I did not want the last words to her to be cruel. Opening the door, the room was a mess all of her clothes and make up thrown around everywhere. 'There had been a struggle which means they are on the boat, I don't even know if I will be able to check if they are alive without anything happening to me' making my way to the stairs, I could hear voices speaking in Spanish. There were people that I was going to school with that spoke Spanish so I got to pick up a couple of words, I could see Jessica on her knees with her hands behind her back, she had been crying out for her mom and dad and her husband, who I could not see at the moment. I shook my head to try and make her look away from me, but she kept on doing it.

"Surprise, you are in luck tonight Hermana." A man smiling at me, grabbing my arm and dragging me up to the top deck not caring if I end up getting hurt from hitting the stairs. 'for whatever he is, he does have really white teeth. Why the fuck do I care about his white teeth, he is going to kill me' I felt his breath on the back of my neck as he was tying up my hands, the rope dug in to my flesh. I moved forward a bit, in return he pulled me back digging the rope further in to my wrists. "Oh hermana don't even try it, I don't want to have to kill you, you are worth a lot." He whispered in to my ear, even though I could not see his face I could tell that he was smirking again.

Standing up and moving to the front of all of us, I looked over at Jessica and the others, some of the men were on the brink of tears, knowing at one of the men were going to put a bullet in their heads. He was still smirking at all of us. " Take them to the cells, I will deal with them in a few. there are things I want to take." Feeling the rough grip of one of the men pull me on to my feet, shoving me to end of the boat, leading off to another boat to take us to the island. I sat down beside Jessica, her mouth was bound shut by thick fabric. I did not understand why they did not do the same thing to me, maybe not enough time. The rocking motion of the boat was making me want to puke, turning my head over the side of the boat just in time, to see the alcohol and a bit of food fly out of my mouth, it hurt my stomach just seeing it float in the water. 'Fuck I can't even wipe my mouth, vomit dropping down from my chin, this is disgusting. Just think back, this is not the worst you have been in. Remember you are a fighter, no matter what you will rise up again.' Looking back at the pirates and Jessica, her face was full of worry and fear, I could understand. Leaning towards her ear, I needed to tell her how I felt.

"Jessica I am sorry for telling you that I would not hesitate to punch you in the face, I know we had fought in the past, but you will always be my sister. I just got sick of everyone on the yacht. I don't know what is going to happen, but I love you, if anything bad happens I'm sorry again" She nodded her head and moved closer to me and place her head on my shoulder, I could feel fresh tears fall on to my shoulder and land on my white tank top. 'Why did I have to wear white? I'm around a bunch of men who probably have not seen a women in a long time and I choose to sleep in a white tank top, but I did not think this was going to happen' I still began to curse myself in my head, we soon hit the white sand.

The pirates stood up, grabbing each of us after the swung their guns to their backs. I could see the man who tied my hands behind my back standing there playing with a big knife, the same smirk on his face was still there from when he was on the yacht. We were kicked off of the boat, landing on the sand it was still warm from the hot sun. I was thankful that we were no longer on the boat and now on the ground.

"Hey, you fucks. Treat the ladies with respect, they are worth more" He yelled at them, they seemed to pick us up from our arms a bit softer than before, leading us up a winding path. Jessica seemed to not stop crying, I felt sorry for her but at the same time I felt angry at her and wanted to yell at her to stop, but instead I held my tongue and moved forward. " I will take this one with me." He grabbed my arm gently and directed me to my cell, I could see that there were two people are ready there. I was just hoping that Jessica would soon join me, so I would have someone that I know in here. Opening the cell door, leading me in to the cell. He unwrapped my wrists and lifted my arms above my head and tied it, I could feel the familiar pinching of my skin between the rope. Finally daring to look up at him, I could see were he was looking, even though I did not have a large bust, I did have some cleavage. There were scars on the top of my breasts, from the times that a knife was dragged across them.

"Stop staring at my fucking tits, and leave me alone." I only hoped that my voice did not give away any signs of fear. "But, hermana they will be a selling point, unlike your tongue. So shut your mouth please" He walked out of the cell, turning and smiling at me again. Jessica was lead in and placed in the corner, her hands untied and placed above her head and tied up again. "I hope that your mama and papa love you very much, because you are both two rich ladies" Closing and locking the cell, I knew this night was going to last too long. "Ta-ta, bye bye. Have a good sleep" Laughing as he walked away, I looked over at Jessica. She was still crying.

"Jessica, can you please stop crying and try to sleep. We need to save our energy for tomorrow, I have a great idea and I know it will work against them." She nodded and finally stopped crying and closed her eyes. I did as well, going over the plan until I felt my body and mind become too tired for it all. I fell asleep again.

I could feel the sun heat my cold body, I had been shivering all night and tried to get some sleep at least. 'How can the others sleep while our arms are tied up above our heads. I can't really feel my hands nor arms' Keeping my eyes closed as I heard a mix of the animals waking up and getting ready to hunt and the foot steps of the men coming towards the cages, I had become a bit frightened not knowing what was going to happen next, but I kept my eyes closed. Until a flood of cold water hit my head and ran down my body, I could feel my clothes start to stick to my petite figure.

"What the fucking hell is your problem?!" I yelled at who ever dumped the water on my head, looking over at Jessica I could see on her face that she was still very confused on what was happening. 'Why didn't the others get a bucket of cold water dropped on them. Why was is only me?' The question ran around my mind.

"Rise and shine hermana, it is a beautiful fucking day and the sun is shinning, we need to talk. Open the cage and get her and her sister." His voice was not anger, but he seemed to be full of a childish delight as if he had not seen a women's body before. I know it is because I'm drenched in water and maybe he is also a morning person, even though I did not know what time it is. Opening the cage, him and another pirate untied our handed from the bamboo bars and back behind our backs, he took one look at me and smirked while leading me out.

"You are not hard on the eyes there hermana." He stuck out his tongue as if he was a snake looking for his mate or next prey, it sickened me to see a male like that, I always felt dirty when they did that. Just by seeing the outline of my body drove them crazy, I did not understand why, I'm just a regular looking woman. Shoving me on to the chair that sat near bushes lining the small village, I had almost fallen off of, but he grabbed me and roughly placed me on the chair, tossing my head around trying to look for Jessica. 'She is not here, he must have heard my plan, but the strange thing is he does not seem to be worried or cocky.'

"Can you stop calling me hermana? I'm not your fucking sister, you're a fucking child always laughing and walking around like you are all that and a bag of chips" I mumbled under my breath. He crouched down putting his hands on his knees, even though I was not looking at him, I could feel his anger brewing inside.

"What did you say? Look me in the fucking eyes" I still kept my mouth shut and kept on looking down at my lap. "I said look me in the fucking eyes, you little bitch!" Moving like a cat, I felt his hands grip tightly around my throat, squeezing it, until I looked up with tears rising up in my eyes not from fear but from the pain radiating off of my throat.

"I said, can you stop calling me hermana? I'm not your fucking sister, you're a fucking child always laughing and walking around like you are all that and a bag of chips" I said through his hands griping my throat, bits of black dots began to dance around in front of my eyes. If he did not let go soon, I was going to pass out. I could not tell if he knew this or not.

"Well, for your fucking information, you are my bitch. I rule this fucking kingdom, keep your smart ass comments to yourself or you die." I could feel his breath on my face, he finally let go of my neck and began to walk away. I pulled at the rope that tied my hands together, 'They did not tie this right, I can slip my hands through, when I do I need to leave and come back later on in the night and get Jessica.' Slipping my hands out of the binds, I got up and began to run to the forest. I could hear him shouting but I did not know what he was saying, it was mixed with gun shots and more people yelling obscenities.