Everyone was moving way too fast. Or at least it felt that way to Liv as she was taken from one vehicle to another, then driven down to the beach and shoved on a patrol boat armed with a DShK heavy machine gun. Three armed pirates including Vaas and Carlos boarded with her. She could hardly understand what was going on, only that the survivors from the outpost were loaded up like her and being taken somewhere. Her stare was blank and unfocused as she slumped down onto the floor; all her energy was gone.

Chris was dead and she wasn't even allowed a moment to mourn him.

Liv drew her legs up to her chest and rested against them as she concentrated on the noisy sound of the boat's motor tearing through the water at high speed. Why couldn't an engineered marine creature like the one in 'Sharktopus' leap out of the water and eat her?

Because it's not real. This is not a movie and no matter how much you want it to no one is going to save you.

The universe could at least take pity on her and create a wave that could swallow her whole. Maybe even drag Vaas and Carlos into its watery grave alongside her.

The shock was eating her alive from the inside and there was nothing she could do to ease the apprehension that she was feeling. And as much as Liv hated to admit it, there were no more tears. It honestly made her nauseous; she wanted to scream and cry over the death of her coworker, but she could barely think rationally. Chris and she were not close, nor were she or Barry, but they were human. Knowing they were alive kept her grounded, but now they were gone and the idea of her being next scared her to death. She was beginning to realize that the only way to get away from Vaas was to escape or kill him and the latter made her nervous as hell.

I need time.

But did she honestly have time?

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Liv raised her head and peered up at the silhouette of a man hovering over her, the sun to their back. She had to shade her sore eyes just to see them, almost groaning in despair as she recognized the red tank and prominent scar; the one above his right eye and the one on his head that often intrigued her.

"Say hi to your aunt, Olivia," Vaas ordered as he trained the camera on her.

Why did she tell him about her aunt? Liv was an open wound Vaas seemed eager to toss salt on. She turned away from the camera not believing how indecent he was being towards her. Right now, was not the best time to film a ransom tape in her opinion.

Vaas hummed upon seeing her allusive mood and ordered one of the other pirates to hold the camera as he sat down beside her, turning her face toward the lens; her tear-stained cheeks were squished between his thumb and index finger. He snorted; she looked like a little pufferfish.

"Excuse her rudeness auntie. Olivia is in mourning. You see someone close to her passed on," he stated. "He wasn't a very good friend though. He left her here with me."

"Please stop," Liv pleaded, squeezing her eyes shut.

She just wanted him to leave her alone.

"Look at me, querida (darling). Look at me," Vaas ordered.

Liv opened her eyes, turning her focus on his thin lips. Her skin felt hot as embarrassment crept across her face. His free hand came up and slid her tangled hair behind her ear, then he turned to the camera with a grin. Vaas was no idiot; he knew what he was doing to her. Liv was horrified. Did her body give her away? She didn't like him this close to her, close enough that she could smell his shampoo.

"Don't worry though, Auntie. I'm gonna take care of her. I'm gonna fix her, then I'm gonna give her a good home."

Motioning for the camera Vaas turned it on her.

"Tell her that you love her. Say goodbye."

Liv bit her bottom lip as she stared into the lens, feeling her lip tremble in sorrow. She honestly felt like Heather Donahue in 'The Blair Witch Project' during the infamous apology scene. Despite her best-efforts tears blurred her eyes.

"I... I love you so much. Thank you for helping me when no one else would. Promise me that you won't look for me. Please."

Vaas turned off the camera.

"That was beautiful, querida (darling)."

He reached forward to wipe away her tears, but Liv withdrew from him. She didn't want Vaas to touch her, not when he was all the wiser to her issue. He narrowed his eyes and then stood up, walking to the back of the boat. She watched him say something to Carlos, but neither of them approached her for the remainder of the ride.

When the boat came ashore on an island to the northwest of the north island, Carlos came over to her and jerked her onto her feet, pushing her from the boat and onto the shore. Liv tossed him a glare over her shoulder, biting back an insult. She was in no mood for his shit today. Standing on the beach, she turned to see the other boats approach, but Carlos jabbed her hard in the back with his gun, ordering her to move. She saw red for a moment.

"I can fucking walk. You don't have to push me every damn time, asshole," she snapped.

"The fuck did you call me, puta (bitch)?" Carlos asked as he yanked her around.

Liv smacked at his arm.

"Don't touch me!"

Their argument did not go unnoticed by Vaas however.

"Knock it the fuck off! Like little fucking kids.

"I'm not––"

Liv cut herself off before she argued back, forgetting for a moment that it was Vaas who she was about to backtalk. His brow raised and she knew that she had fucked up.

"You're not what? I didn't hear you, Olivia," Vaas questioned. He glanced at her and then at Carlos, pointing between the two. His tongue wet his lips. "You two have an issue?"

Yes, but to stop an argument that was brewing, Liv shook her head no. Carlos however could not let bygones be bygones.

"She's acting like a fucking lloróna (crybaby)," he stated.

Liv glared at him; she was familiar with the word.

"Fight it the fuck out then," Vaas suggested.

"Excuse me!" Liv exclaimed.

Did he just suggest they fight? She glanced at Carlos watching him give his gun to Yada. Some of the other pirates began to crowd around them as if they were two kids on the playground about ready to duke it out.

"I'm not going to fight him," Liv argued, turning to Vaas.

"Put up your hands or you're gonna get your ass kicked," the said pirate stated.

A moment later she felt herself being yanked by the hair and turned around. Liv let out a scream of pain and dug her nails into her attacker's arm, attempting to free her hair from his hold. She was an idiot to think that Carlos wouldn't hurt her just because she was a woman.

Reaching his hand up, he wrapped his fingers around her neck, but Liv swung her fist and struck him in the mouth as hard as she could. Both she and the pirate let out a groan; she was certain her attempt to throw a punch hurt her more, but when she saw blood in his teeth, an air of excitement surrounded her.

It was short-lived however as Carlos backhanded her hard across the face, knocking her onto the ground. Liv clutched her burning cheek in pain. Turning her eyes to the wall of a man, she was met with a boot to the nose, laying her out on her side. It was like a grenade had exploded across her face. For a moment she was certain she had blacked out.

"Not in the face, hermano (brother)! Fuck!" Vaas shouted in annoyance.

Liv groaned and turned onto her stomach, trying to catch her breath; blood fell in drops onto the sand, an indication that her nose was busted. She reckoned that she was lucky it wasn't broken. Her brain sloshed in her head like a bowl of soup as she sat up on her knees. How was she meant to fight someone like Carlos? He was a beast compared to her.

You have to be a beast too. You have to fight dirty.

She scooped sand into her hand and when Carlos yanked her back onto her feet, Liv smashed it into his face, making sure to force some into his eyes. The man released her and sputtered having gotten sand in his mouth. While he was occupied, Liv brought up her foot and kicked him in the balls. Carlos let out a cry and dropped onto his knees.

But Liv wasn't done. She raised her leg and slammed the toe of her shoe into his chin, grinning as he fell forward onto his stomach. Crawling on his back she buried her nails into his skin and began to bash his head against the ground.

"Fucking eat it you fucking bastard!" She shouted in anger.

Carlos began to struggle, but Liv tightened her hold on him. She wanted to hear him choke, however, her attempt was thwarted as Vaas yanked her off the man and hugged her to his chest, keeping her arms to her sides.

"Calm the fuck down!" He shouted.

Liv struggled against him but Vaas lowered her to the ground and used his legs to keep her bound. There was nowhere for her to go. She was worn out. Leaning her head forward, she rested it against the pirate's shoulder. His body was warm, so damn warm. It almost smothered her.

"Please let me go."

It was too much. She shook from the rush of adrenaline. Her heart was pounding so hard she knew Vaas could feel it against his skin.

"Right in the cojones (testicles). That's fucked up, querida (darling)," Vaas mentioned with a groan. "Someone get Carlos some ice or something... Fuck."

He squirmed in protest. Gripping her face between his thumb and index finger, he turned her attention to him, gauging the damage with a groan.

"Fucking pendejo (idiot). This is gonna leave a bruise."

He instigated it though.

"You surprised me, you know that?" Vaas asked as he poked her nose. Liv groaned in protest. "You play dirty, but I respect that, querida (darling). How do you feel?"

"Like I have a concussion," Liv answered.

She rested her forehead in the crook of his neck and closed her sore eyes, not caring how ignorant it was.

I'm exhausted.

"No time to sleep, princesa (princess). We have to greet our guests," Vaas mentioned.

Our? She doubted they were her guests. Liv sat up with a groan. Her arms and legs were still bound, however.

"Will you let me go?"

Vaas stared at her for a brief moment then released her arms and legs. Standing beside her, he turned to Carlos and tightened his jaw; he was recovering slowly but to his amusement, the man was bleeding too, though not as bad as his camera operator.

"Walk it off, hermano (brother)."

He snorted and barked orders at the others to follow. Some of the pirates took up the rear of the group escorting the hostages but no one touched Olivia.


Broken Neck Home, the previous outpost was nowhere as big as the current one - whatever its name was. A few pirates were wandering around guarding bamboo cages; some filled with as many as two or three people at a time. Liv shared one with a brown-haired male wearing a beanie; one of the guests that Chevy mentioned. He made small talk with her, but when the sun went down, Vincent was taken away and she never saw him again. She shuttered to think what Vaas had done to him.

For hours she sat in the roomier cage, arms tied above her head. Her face was aching but there wasn't much she could do about it; dry blood clung to her skin from earlier where Vaas had not allowed her to clean up. She had no idea what plans the pirates had for her now that the series was over, but one thing was for certain, the atmosphere was less chaotic tonight than usual. Liv wondered why.

Could it have been because of the guests? Who were they?

The sound of footsteps approached from behind her and Liv darted her eyes over as a man stood next to her cage, staring at her in curiosity. He wasn't dressed like the other pirates wearing a formal jacket over a red button-down, nor did he appear to be a hostage. So, who was he? And what did he want from her?

"Vaas! Come here!" He shouted.

Liv widened her eyes. Fuck! Something didn't sit well with her about this.

Hearing Vaas approach, she watched as he stood beside the man. The latter pointed at her.

"Why is this one alone? And what the fuck happened to her?" He asked in a thick accent that Liv could not identify.

"She doesn't play well with the others," Vaas answered simply.

The man hummed.

"Do I look like I'm in the mood for your shit?"

Liv had never seen anyone talk to Vaas the way this man did; without fear. It honestly frightened her.

"I don't fucking know. She got smacked around when she was caught," the pirate answered; a lie. "White boy was a fucking waste of space though. We cut him up."

Did he mean Vincent? The poor guy. Liv bowed her head. She knew something bad had happened to him.

"Get rid of her too," the man ordered.

Wait a fucking minute! Liv darted her eyes between the two. Was he serious? Of course, he was. An air of dread consumed her. She watched in fear as Vaas dug into his pocket and retrieved a stack of rectangle-shaped cards, handing one to the man.

Staring at it a moment the man wet his lips.

"Her parents give a response yet?"

"Not a fucking one," Vaas replied with a snort. "She must be la oveja negra de la familia (the black sheep of the family)."

The man handed him back the card with a grin; her driver's license, then glanced at her once again.

"I could find her a buyer, one who likes to break rowdy women like her, unless you want a piece."

"For a price no doubt," Vaas stated.

Liv was in shock. He wasn't considering it was he? Why would he?

"Give me a call if you decide. I'm returning home and I expect the videos to be put out the next time I contact you," the man in the button-down ordered.

He walked away, leaving Liv alone with Vaas for a moment; the latter squatted down beside the cage with a grin.

"What do you say, querida (darling)? Do you want to be mine?"

Liv widened her eyes in fear. There was no way she'd ever agree to be his.

His brow raised as if he was seriously expecting an answer from her.

"Vaas! We're ready!" A pirate shouted from somewhere behind her.

"I'm fucking coming, hermano (brother)!" Vaas shouted back in annoyance. "Don't get your panties in a twist."

He stood with a grunt and ran out of sight. Liv took an uneasy breath.

What the fuck was that?

She leaned back her head and gently knocked it on the cage bars with a tired laugh. Perhaps she was in a fucked up movie; some twisted romantic comedy or something.

It was going to take a miracle to get her out of this fucked up situation.

And then the strangest thing happened. That night someone managed to escape.