Tiffany gets captured

"Drop the gun, slut. Hands behind the back of your head. Kneel down on the floor."

Tiffany's face was expressionless as she followed the commands. When the pirates came onboard, she hid, the ship locked down in complete darkness. She tried to eliminate the intruders one after the other, but power was restored quickly, and she was caught in the cargohold, multiple guns pointed at her. In the end she only got two of them. And now she was at the mercy of the others.

"Should I waste her?" One of the pirates asked. Probably from their boss.

"Why?" the other one asked. "Can't you see that she is a looker?"

"She killed Perez and Steve."

"So what?" the other one shrugged. "They both came onboard last week. One week is how long the average dipshit lasts in these parts."

"They were still our crew."

"Yeah-yeah-yeah," the other one said, and he lowered his weapon. "I still have their pay which is biweekly. I will split the bill between the rest of you, and you can drink your tears away with some cheap ass liquor while you go balls deep in her."

"Okay boss," he said, a lot calmer than before.

Tiffany knew what was coming. She was about to get knocked out, so they could get her prepped up for what would serve as the next stage of her life. Still, she thought it was a good thing that this happened the way it did. The decision being made for her. Because even now, as the barrel of the gun hit the back of her neck, she wasn't sure which of the two was the best option.