It's already been 5 hours since Sheryl's abduction and no news yet on my whereabouts.
My friends tried their best to cover up my absence from my parents not to make them worry more. Especially, my mom who is recovering from the trauma she got from profused bleeding due to her gunshot wound.
I was just thankful that the bullet didn't puncture any of her vital organs. If that had happened, I will surely kill that bastard.
I was in my room examining any possible escape routes when Peter came.
"Good morning!" he greeted happily.
"I wanna see my sister!" I said in a firm voice.
"Hmmmm. Okay! But... after the last guest arrives," he replied nonchalantly.
He looked at me and smiled as I wrinkled my brows.
"Ah... patience...Brad... patience!" he said as he sauntered around the room.
Petrified by her appearance, I was unable to move nor speak. I just stared at Amanda as she spoke flirtatiously, "Master! The feast is ready," Amanda said.
She was standing at the door looking like a stripper in a beautiful red corset outlined with soft black feathers, a black skimpy underwear and a black net panty hose under a knee- high leather boots.
Her hair was in a messy ponytail while some loose bangs trickled down her face.
She looked perfect if not of the bruises all over her body! I clenched my fists.
"Enjoying the view?" Peter asked following my intense gaze at Amanda.
I turned to him. My eyes were filled with rage!
"What exactly did you do to her?" I asked with a threatening voice.
He gestured her to go before he turned to me.
"Well... she wants it hard!" he answered.
I challenged him with my stare.
"Oh c'mon! Do you really wanna know the details Brad? Do you?!"
"Do you wanna know how she cums immediately when I spank her ass?! And fuck her hard?! Do you?"
I gritted my teeth and glared at him.
"Fuck you! You know what I wanna know!" I yelled.
He laughed like a crazy dog.
"Alright! Alright! I took advantage of her amnesia! I fabricated stories about her past to resent you! And I ---- am her knight in shining armor saving her from the chaos that you caused her. Now... believing that she owes me her life, she does the dirty works and--- pleasures me at night! Oh--- she's really really good in bed! Ah! Well...as a good person... sometimes, I SHARE her to my friends!" he said while laughing maniacally.
My blood boiled and my fury escalated, so I knocked him down on the carpeted floor.
I straddled and punched him not minding my wound that began to bleed.
All I knew was I had to punish him for what he's done to Amanda.
"She. Doesn't. Deserve. This!" I said as I hit his face.
He laughed like crazy! I punched him more until his face was covered in blood.
Then, I ran outside and searched every cabin shouting Sheryl's name.
I was appalled by the scene that welcomed me when I opened every cabin.
Not only that they used drugs, they sold sex as well. And most working girls were obviously minors!
My brain seemed to explode as worst case scenarios were running in my mind.
When she's nowhere to be found, I returned to Peter, who was still lying unconscious on the floor. And kicked him.
"Where is my sister?! Where----"
I felt two blows on my head. I saw Amanda's worried face before everything turned black.
I woke up in a pitch dark room. I blinked my eyes to adjust with the dim light. I looked around and I found out that the room appeared to be a mini theater by the rows of seats and a stage covered by a purple and red velvet curtains.
I knew that we were in "WIND SOAR" as I could hear the rush of the sea outside. And I could feel the yacht tilting everytime big waves hit it.
I struggled to move. Then, I realized that I was tied on a seat in a VIP box. I was trying to loosen the rope on my hands when I heard a faint groan beside me.
"Dad?" I uttered stunned by his presence.
"Dad! What are you doing here?" I shouted to wake him up.
He turned to me. His eyes were puffy and a glint of tears were visible.
"I am sorry, Bradley. This is all my fault!" he said while sobbing.
I didn't understand. I wanted to ask him so many questions, but we were interrupted by a loud trumpet sound.
Then, the curtain was slowly drawn revealing Sheryl who stood naked in a large cage with two pythons slithering inside.
Her hands and ankles were bound with rusty barbed wires that were stretched and tied on either side of the cage. There was also a barbed wire around her neck.
She screeched in pain in every move she made to evade the giant snakes as the sharp barbed wires punctured and lacerated her skin. I could see the terror in her eyes, breaming with tears and I felt so frustrated that I couldn't do anything.
"Noooooooooo!" I screamed as my father cried.
"Peter!!!!!!!!!" I yelled.
I cursed aloud when I saw Sheryl gasped in fear as one snake slithered around her.
"Shy... don't move! Don't move!" I shouted.
Petrified, Sheryl held her breath and shut her eyes hard as the python slowly crawled up her body. I finally let out a harsh breath of relief when the snake left her body and curled on the log fixed above her head.
My heart was torn as I watched Sheryl cry in pain, feeling so defenseless at the moment.
"Peter!!!!!!!!! Show yourself bastard!!!!" I screamed as I tried my best to loosen the rope.
I looked at my father who was terrified by the scene, unable to speak and just looked at me as tears fell from his eyes.
"Dad... you have to stay collected for yourself---- for us," I said reassuring him that everythings gonna be fine.
"Gentlemen! How do you like the show?" Peter said when he emerged on the stage with Amanda on his side.