An unexpected savior...

Suddenly, his hands went stiff. Mina looked into the cell.

It seemed impossible. A shadow was rising from the floor, but didn't see anyone making the shadow. His arms clung to her not in lust, but in desperation. "I...I didn't really...really mean it...miss...." he mumbled inches from her face. She felt his cockhead wilt immediately as the veins bulged around his neck.

She watched as his skin recessed around the jugular from some unseen ****. She felt his grip loosen, and didn't need any more excuse than that to wriggle free and dart down the hallway.

"He'll have you! OH YES!" one inmate screamed, his outstretched hand brushing her thigh as she struggled to pull her pants up. "You'll drink his seed, WHORE!" shouted another as she made her way to the steps, pulling her top up and flinging the door open and encountering...

Silence. The ladder leading up was quiet, silent, and still. Mina heard her own breath refracted off of the steel as she ascended to the deck; and nothing else. Once topside, the roaring winds of the high seas filled her ears as she made her way across the deck; the First Mate eyeing her quizzically. She avoided his stares, and made her way to her quarters behind the Capt's, her father.