Stacey felt her eyelids incredibly heavy, struggling to lift them.
Barely managing to c***k them open, she found herself hazily observing her surroundings from what seemed to be the cabin of a ship, feeling it sway gently.
Was she at sea?
Suddenly alert, she fully opened her eyes to scan her surroundings.
The ship was moving, but she had no idea where to.
She tried to stand, only to realize her hands and feet were bound; she tried to shout, but no sound came out. Her mouth was also sealed.
Subconsciously shaking her head, she felt the tightness around her neck, followed by a clanking sound.
Apparently, her neck was chained.
What did these people want with her? Where were they taking her?
Stacey felt a deep despair as she drooped her head, gazing out at the blue skies and seas from
