I opened my eyes and found myself on the beach we'd docked at, but now the boat was heading back out to sea, leaving me.

I started running, begging Murphy to turn round, but then I caught a glimpse of the captain in the jungle. He stood in the shrubbery, his body frozen. I heard the boats horn go off and turned to watch it sink, suddenly and quickly in to the depths.

I turned back to Murphy, but this time he was holding his stomach and coughing up blood. I tried to move towards him, but I couldn't, stuck in the sand as I started to sink. I heard a terrible roar from behind me before the tiger jumped over and landed on the captain, tackling him to the floor. There was no way I was every getting off this island.

Somehow, something felt different. I opened my eyes and found that I'd moved. The cage had been cleaned, the hat was gone and I was now under some sort of shelter, sheltered partially from the raging rook island storm that was currently battering the island. As well as being moved, I was lying on the ground and my feet and hands were free.

My shoulder was still aching, but apart from that, everything felt that extra bit better. The stiffness was gone and even though there was still some pain, you could call it bearable. I rolled myself on to my back and the shot of pain running through my leg made me cry out. My thigh felt as if it'd been broken. I scrambled up in to a sitting position and found that a part of my jeans had been torn off and a bandage had been wrapped round my thigh. It was soaked in blood. I placed my hands on the point where it hurt most and pressed down, hoping that it'd stop the pain, but then I noticed how bloody my hands were.

They looked as if they'd been rubbed raw and there were soars around my wrists from where the binds had been. I looked at them for a second before touching the bruises on my right knuckle. It didn't hurt when I poked it, but the blackness proved to me that it was broken.

I looked back at my leg and started to unwrap the bandage. The fucker had stabbed me. I looked at the pitiful excuse at stitching for a second before I re-wrapped the bandage, tighter than it had been. The pain got more bearable and I tucked the bandage in to itself before lying down on the ground, looking up at the sky.

I expected to feel worse, but my limbs had stopped aching and apart from my shoulder and leg being fucked up, and my hand probably broken, I felt relatively okay.

I watched quietly as one of the girls from the day before was dragged out of her cage and to a truck. I probably could of said something, could have shouted and ranted about how sick they were, but I was exhausted. I looked back up at the sky, if I didn't die from blood lost, I'd die from an infection, and if I didn't die from that, fuck, I'd be sold in to slavery, or worse...

The hours got longer and the screams got louder. The night was long and I couldn't get to sleep.

The man in the white shirt had been passing by my cage all day, but not once had he looked at me. It helped, not to be gagged, or tied, but I felt like it wasn't going to last. Like they were just letting me build some energy up before they handed me over to some rich, disgusting man in the congo...

You should be thinking up an escape plan...

I could seduce one of the guards, or even hit one over the head with the non-existent stick that I had, hope to god he had the key, steal them, open the cage and run...

Oh yeah, because you'd outrun the guns...

It was useless; unless they unlocked the cage and just let me run, no guns, or dogs, or tigers, I was fucked. It's not like I'd even be able to run at this rate anyway.

Today, the stage was full of native people, all lined up like the Rakyat warriors had been. My father had been a rakyat warrior, and because of that, I should of felt a bit more remorse for what had happened to them, but I was sure they were one of the reasons I left. I couldn't put my finger on it, but the day my mum had took me away, my father hadn't returned home.

The man in the white shirt was now coming towards me, a big smile on his face. He knelt down next to the cage and held out his hand,

"My names Frederick Volker",

Suffice to say, I didn't shake it,

"Fine" he shrugged before lighting up a cigarette, he took a puff before speaking again, "So, are you going to tell me your name?" he asked, blowing the smoke in my face,

"No." He took out a gun, my gun, the captains gun and started turning it round in his hands, admiring it, a smirk on his face,

"This is a nice gun, a very nice gun" he placed it in to his holster, "You don't have a passport? or any ID? care to explain"

I didn't.

"Fine, well at least you know who I am" he shrugged before standing out and flicking his fag to the ground,

"And I'm not scared of you",I hated him more than anything, but I wasn't scared of him, I was too angry to be scared of him.

"You don't have to be", a grin fell upon his lips and he nodded at someone behind me.

Suddenly, I felt a cold breath make the hairs on the back of my neck stick up,

"It's such a shame having to hurt such a pretty thing like you" a man whispered in to my ear, making my whole body go rigid. It was the same man from the stage. I froze.

"She's not worth anything, do what you like" Frederick shrugged, laughing.

"Everyone has their price" I heard him say before I felt the sting of cold metal slide across the back of my neck, 'Let's take a look at her". I was suddenly pushed forward as the cage door opened and I was grabbed by one of the pirates that was standing next to Volker.

At first, I tried to struggle, to get away, even this guys voice frightened me, but the pirate didn't let go.

I kept looking at the floor, I'd be damned if I ever looked him in the eye. If the warriors had been scared of him, well, yeah. I heard the gun shot and I froze. At first, I thought I'd been shot, but then I heard something fall and hit the ground.

One of the natives on the stage had been shot, right in between the eyes. This guy was a good shot,

"The more you struggle, the more people die" he said, making my whole body tremble as I saw him get closer.

"Let's play a game",

Something inside me clicked, the accent, the voice, but I pushed it away.

No!

I could only see his feet, but then he grabbed my chin and pulled my face up so our eyes met,

"It starts".

My body froze and I felt the blood drain from my face. Insanity looked me deep in the eye, but then something about the insanity changed, and the man looked at me as if he'd seen a ghost. He went pale white and stopped, silence beckoning across the whole of the men who had gathered around us.

Vaas!

For maybe a quarter of a second, I saw something that was worth clinging on to, but I wasn't willing to do it. I pushed away from his grasp and he let me.

The second gun shot made the pirate who had been holding me drop me to the floor as he keeled over. Vaas had pulled the trigger on his gun and shot him in the leg. I started scrambling away as he just stood there, absolutely stunted and when someone grabbed on to my shoulder, I panicked and swung out.

I think I punched that Volker bloke right in the face, because all of a sudden, all hell broke loose and I got battered the crap in to.