His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

64 We're Surrounded

"Stop!" I said to the driver.

The driver pulled over under a tree on the side of the road. I held a knife to his neck with one hand and reached for the keys with the other.

"Stay in the car!" I threatened the driver.

He sat in the driver's seat. I quickly opened the door and got out of the car and immediately pressed the car's lock button. I glanced at the driver and mouthed an apology to him.

He shook his head at my behavior. I put the keys on the hood of the car and immediately turned and ran to the dock.

A gloomy sky hung over the land, and the blue water turned dark blue in the light of the sky. I quietly followed a porter to the ship. The man in the gray tattered T-shirt was carrying heavy loads on his shoulders. He looked down at the road and didn't realize that someone was following him. Not until he put down the goods did he see that I had entered the warehouse. The man looked surprised before he could speak. Another man's voice came.

"Hey, you! What are you doing here?" A gruff, Husky man's voice came from behind me. I turned to see the talking man in a red-and-black plaid shirt, probably between the ages of 45 and 50. His black hair was mixed with a lot of white hair. His face was slightly red and his eyes were cloudy.

"I'm talking to you, do you hear me?" The man turned to the worker who had just unloaded the cargo. "Did you bring this woman on board?"

"Oh, Mr. Spencer. I don't know this woman at all," explained the porter hastily. "I thought this woman was here for you."

In order not to get into trouble, the worker slipped out of the warehouse as soon as he finished speaking. So it was just me and this Spenser Guy in the house.

"Answer my question, what are you doing on my boat?" The man shouted at me, looking up and down at me with disdain in his eyes.

"If you want to do business here, you've got the wrong time. Because the ship leaves in 10 minutes. I don't think you'll find a suitable client in 10 minutes," he says, laughing, "Unless you can get me to e.jaculate in 10 minutes."

I was outraged that he should treat me as a p.rostitute. But thinking that he had just said that the ship was about to set sail, I replied patiently.

"I'm sorry sir, I'm not a p.rostitute. I just want to know where this ship is going."

"We'll go to Mexico City first, and then we'll land in Miami," the man said. "Why are you asking about this?"

"So, you're going back to the states, right?" I wanted to be sure.

The man laughed. "Unless you don't think Miami belongs in America."

"Can you give me a lift?" I said to him in a pleading tone. "As soon as we get to Miami, I'll get off the boat. I promise I won't cause you any trouble."

"You want to go to Miami?" The man looked at me critically. "I don't take women on this boat for free. If you can afford it, I'll consider it. Do you have enough money?"

Unfortunately, I don't have any money on me, but I can't let it go. I have to get off this island.

"I can clean the ship, and I can cook for the sailors. I don't even have to eat much food. Once in Miami, I could call my friend and ask her to pay for your boat ride. "I begged him, "Please believe me."

"Oh, stop it. I think you must be in some kind of trouble. Is there someone chasing you?" He said, "But what the hell. This is my boat, and I get soft at the sight of a woman in distress. Now I allow you to stay on board, but you have to stay in the cargo hold, because there is no extra bed for you on board. And you have to work. When you get to Miami, call your friends to pay for your boat. Is that clear?"

I nodded excitedly as the sound of the ship's departure rang out. The stone in my heart finally fell down. Mr. Spencer didn't forget to tell me before he left the warehouse.

"Stay here. You'd better not go anywhere."

Then there was the sound of him and the sailor shouting from outside the cabin. I was leaning against a pile of goods and the ship was rocking slightly. My heart was ecstatic that I could finally get out of here.

I managed to escape just before the storm came.

The ship sailed for about ten minutes before I mustered the courage to get out of the cargo hold. I put my hands on the fence and watched Pudding Island behind me. It's getting further and further away from me. I can't believe I got away with it so easily.

I ran away from him.

I'll take what happened on this island as a nightmare. I kept saying to myself.

The sea and sky were gray, and then I saw Mr. Spencer coming toward me, with some sailors following him. I saw him smile at me, and the sailor behind him came up with the same smile, the kind of smile that is not friendly.

I had a hunch, damn it. I should have guessed that there is no such thing as a free lunch. But it's too late for me to run now. They're right in front of me. Spencer held my shoulders in his powerful hands. He said to the sailor behind him.

"Drag this woman inside."

Two of the sailors held my feet, and the other one took out a rope and tied my hands with Spencer. They took me into the warehouse and threw me on top of the goods.

"First of all, time charges," Spencer said to the sailors, "One by one, $20 every 10 minutes."

"You b.astard," I shouted at him, "I'll kill you!"

"I think we should gag her," said a freckled sailor standing behind Spencer, reaching into his pants.

"No, I like to hear women scream. The louder she screams, the more excited I get." Spencer gave an evil smile. "This woman is your plaything on the boat until we get to Miami."

"Let me try it first. I haven't tried a white woman yet." The freckled man had already unbuttoned his pants, and everyone laughed as he revealed his short p.enis.

"Let me satisfy her, Kohl," said a small-eyed sailor, "I'll bet you can't get into her hole at all."

The others laughed, and Spencer took out his cell phone to record the scene. I struggled, cursing them.

Then the freckled man came up to me, and he held his p.enis and slapped it on my face. I immediately smelled a disgusting stench as he laughed and shoved his p.enis into my mouth.

"Open your mouth and eat it."

I turned my head from side to side to avoid his disgusting thing. When he saw that I refused to open my mouth, he immediately gave me a hard slap.

"Damn you, woman, you're trying to embarrass me."

"Just drop her pants and go in," the other sailors heckled. "You can find the entrance, can't you?"

No, I can't let these animals humiliate me like this. God damn it! Why should I trust Spencer so easily. I deeply regret it, but it's too late to say anything now.

I closed my eyes and refused to look at the animals in front of me. I swore that as long as I was alive, I would put their names on my death list.

No, they're already on my death list.

Just then, gunshots rang out from outside the ship. The group of men immediately stopped laughing. The freckled man in front of me quickly put his shrunken p.enis back into his pants.

"You go outside and see what's going on," Spenser ordered his sailors.

The sailors immediately poured out of the cargo hold, and soon the sailor with long thin eyes came running back, his voice hurried.

"Boss, we're surrounded."

"Who dares to stop my ship?" Said sespin angrily.

"It's Daley. He's ordering his men to attack our ship." The sailor's voice was as soft as a mosquito's. "He also said he wants you to hand over the woman on the boat."

"F.uck!" Spenser said, giving me a hard look.