"Ladies and gentlemen! Are you ready? Let the race begin!" the announcer shouted and at that moment, the engines to the yacht began to run.
The yacht steadily breezed along the ocean waters, tipping Prisana off balance. She didn't fall into his open arms but instead evaded it to hold onto the railings to steady herself. Prisana immediately turned away from him and began to walk off to somewhere far away from this man.
Even though it would be a coward's way, she was still afraid of him from that night when she left his chains. Her body shook as she could still remember his unwanted kisses on her skin and his forceful hands grabbing her arms and ripping open her shirt. She shuddered while both body and mind warned her to run.
