Leda struggled to stay focused through the pain in her head. Drake, or whatever his real name was, had stopped and let her gasp for air. She lay there in stunned fear, unable to move, unsure if this was real.
She thought he was going to murder her, and the shock made her come back to herself. She tried to crawl away, but Drake wasn't alone. Hands clamped around her mouth and she was lifted in the air. The disgusting men who had her now had not been invited to the party. They were the lowly sailors, the men who did all the dirty work. They had come in secret. Maybe Drake's earlier outburst hadn't been planned, but this had been.
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