The zodiac is one of many that speed across the sea in that dead of midnight, almost unheard able because the engine mufflers they use….
The wind is so cold, and Abigail trembles as she was sitting at the front side of the zodiac… Not only of the wind, but upon seeing the dim light that shows there’s an island upfront….
The trauma still lingers, her memory still vivid as they are closing on the island where her life was turned upside down, where she was nothing but a piece of meat, used solely to satisfy the dirty, repulsive need of her captors…
Her heart beating like a drumroll as her zodiac closing on the rough part of the island, where there were the least guard presents….
Covered in black full body swimsuit, with hoodie that covered her face, leaving only her eyes open, she slides
