Stay quiet and listen

You remain quiet but lift your upper body from the ground to get a better look. You feel the gazes of the men carrying granny maiden past you. From the ground you glance shyly up at them and their eyes linger on you.

Your shoulders hunch instinctively and your arms tens inadvertently pressing your plump boobs forward, you nipples perky in the cold dry air.

The Men pass you and you you are left alone. You strain your ears to hear anything beside the creak and groan of the boat. As time passes you, however, a presence gradually emerges in you awareness. You are not alone.

It is not through smell, sound or sight, but you know they are there. with time your awareness sharpens. It is a human, male. They had brought you here, but granny maiden said they didn't mean to hurt you. That was what she said right?

You concentrate in that presence, taking comfort from it, knowing you are not alone.