Training first, escape maybe later

Hannah reached out and undid Brielle's ballgag, releasing a moan from the woman wearing the crotchless latex suit.

"Is there a way off this ship, Brielle?" Hannah asked urgently.

"Hannah, you need to abandon hope," Brielle answered. "Hope leads to agonizing disappointment. Hopelessness leads to peace. I like peace."

"But is there a way off this ship?" Hannah insisted.

"There's Mr. Big's helicopter on the helipad, there's Sheik Large's submarine on the diving dock, and there's a lifeboat for emergency rowing across the ocean. But you are not listening," Brielle answered. Her hands were suddenly unlocked. While Hannah turned to look at the door, Brielle grabbed Hannah's hands and locked them behind her back.

"No! You bitch!" Hannah shouted in betrayal, struggling helplessly against her binds, but Brielle seemed to know all about leverage. She had her pinned and under control.

"It's time for your first training session, Hannah."