Laura begs for help

"Help! Oh God! Frank! Help!" Laura screamed as she paddled frantically, her face a mask of fear. Frank stood with his arms folded, looking down on her with scorn and disdain.

"It's only a mile or so back to shore. If you pace yourself you can probably make it. If a shark doesn't get you first."

"Frank! Why! Oh God Frank Help Me! Don't Leave Me!"

"Just giving you what you deserve," he sneered. "Next time pick a victim without teeth."

"Frank...Please! I Don't Understand! I Thought.."

"You thought I was a stupid old fool who was cunt struck because you fucked him. Thought you could use your pussy to worm into his life and leech him dry. You picked the wrong fucking guy, you gold digging bitch."

"It's Not Like That! I...I Don't Care About Money! I...I...Really Like You! Like Fucking You! You Know You Made Me Come! Oh God Frank! Please Don't Let Me Drown! Please!" She was sobbing in terror, holding out an imploring hand to him as he stood sneering at her despair.

"Maybe...Maybe You're...Right...A Little...I Did...Did Think About Your Money...But I Don't...Don't Deserve To Die For It! Please Frank...Oh God Please Help Me!"

Staring at her, Frank could see that she was tiring. It wouldn't be long now before the water took her.