An offer gets you help.

Clutching the id in your hand that clearly tells him that you can't come in, yet knowing somehow that at least a little salvation lies beyond this man your mind races for something to say, to do, to get him to allow you entry. As the words form in your mouth you can hardly believe you are about to say them but they flow out regardless, “If you let me in I will suck your cock.”

He blinks and takes a step back, clearly not sure if he just heard you right, “Excuse me?” He asks confused.

Leaning into him you say it again, “Come on, we both know you want it. If you let me in I will suck your cock.”

He grabs your wrist and yanks you to the right. Not sure if you even want to resist, you allow it and follow him along the edge of the large boat, past several windows offering view of the gaming floor, and even a few small sealed doors. He takes you down a flight of stairs into the bowels of an engine room, past machinery that is chugging along with the occasional burst of steam, and into a small light blue metal room with a small table with a small television sitting on it pushed against the wall opposite a pair of folding chairs. An old style metal cot with a thin mattress hangs from the back of the room. The only other thing in the room is a first aid cabinet on the wall with the familiar red cross over the white chipped paint of the box. He plops you down in one of the chairs, opens the cabinet and pulls out some gauze, white tape, and medicinal ointment. “Give me your arm.” You hold out your hurt arm to him silently. “I won't ask what happened or why you came here rather than the police or a hospital, but it is clear you are running from something. Right?”

“Yes sir.” You say meekly as he wraps your injured arm, a tear welling up in your eye.

“How old are you anyway?”

“Twenty.” You say barely louder than a whisper.

He shakes his head. “Now your leg.” You hold up your sexy long leg to him not even really noticing the blood trailing down it to your foot. He pulls off your shoe and wipes it clean with a lump of cloth from the cabinet and sets it on the table. Then he kneels down and cleans off your foot with a bottle of water, applies some ointment on the wounds from the chain, and wraps it with bandages as well. “Anything else I should look at?”

“No. Thank you.” You say with a whimper.

“Damn it girl, you remind me of my niece. How the fuck do you kids get yourselves into this shit. Do you have anyone I can call?”

Folding your hands in your lap you answer, “No.”

“What about your parents, relatives, anyone?”

“I don't have any.” You say as tears well up in your eyes, the reality of your situation hitting hard.

“God, I am sorry. How long have you been on your own?”

“Just a few days.” You sniffle a sob and wipe your nose, “I lost everything, everyone, on October 30th.”

“My god. An accident or something?”

You have no way to tell him what happened, but as it was an accident, you simply sniffle and say, “Yes, they were taken away from me in a huge horrible accident.” The sobbing becomes full on tears as you add, very truthfully, “And it was all my fault. Now I am alone forever.”

You feel his arms wrap around your head as he hugs you. “Now now, I don't have anything I can say or do to make any of this right. But I am sorry. Bad things happen to good people sometimes. Just remember life goes on. You won't always be alone, you will make friends, lovers, all sorts of people. You have a long life ahead of you. I know it always feels like everything is going to end for people your age, but believe me in time it will all get better.” He hugs you for a little while longer before letting you go. “Stay here if you want, nobody comes down here unless someone gets hurt. If that happens nobody will question you due to your bandages. I have to go back up to the gate. After I get off I will take you to get some food. Then take you wherever you want to go. Ok?”

“Ok.” You say drying your eyes.

He hands you a bottle of water and heads out, “If you need anything just come back up and ask. Oh and don't go up to the gaming floor. Besides it isn't like you can win a ton of money anyway, the games all favor the house and if you win more than $5000 then they take taxes and stuff out, so you get fucked there also. Just take it easy, watch some tv, or get some rest. I'll be off in four hours.”

“Ok.” You say softly once more and watch him walk out of sight. Looking around you can see there is another exit that surely goes up to the gaming floor as it is a staircase in what must be about the center of the boat, you can even see a rope across the top of it to stop people from going down.