Prologue

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"Please, don't! What did I ever do to deserve this?" The red haired female called out as they shoved the piece of cloth into her mouth to keep her silent. The men then wrapped rope tightly around her ankles, knocking her over.

Before she hit the deck, another man caught her, and as she went to grab out at him with her long nails, he gripped her wrists and threw her over the side of the ship.

There would have been screaming, if there hadn't been cloth soaking up all of the noise. She felt the back of her dress hit the water and quickly after, her back smacked  the water. Her vision was suddenly filled with the blue of water, and the cloth floated out of her mouth, which filled with the salty taste of the ocean.

She tried to swim up with her arms, but her heavy dress prevented her from going up, pulling her down faster and faster. She knew she'd run out of air soon, and she didn't have much time.

She had no other choice. She reached her arms behind her back and started untying her corset. The pressure of the water slowed her down, but after another minute and a half, the corset was loose enough to pull it over her head. Then, she managed to get the rest of her dress off.

Something wasn't right. Her ankles. The rope was wrapped tightly, holding the bottom of her dress to her skin. She grabbed at her ankles and clawed at the rope, hoping to at least loosen it.

She pulled and pulled at the rope as much as she could, but she soon ran out of air and the darkness took over.

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