Take the tour.

Amanda followed closely behind the group as they descended the stairs. Prison cells lined the hallway they entered with a wooden door at the end of the hall. "This is where the slaves sleep and rest when not working or entertaining our guests." The Captain explained.

He led the group to the door. "Word of warning. These sights could be too harsh for some of you."

Amanda's heart raced as he opened the door and she saw the women chained to the oars. Until this moment her wildest fears have only been a nagging suspicion, the sight before her ended any hope she had held onto.

Nearly all the women were naked except for a few that had tattered rags draped over their breasts or between their legs. Metal collars and shackles kept each **** restrained to her seat and oar. What sent the deepest shiver down Amanda's spine was the vulgar tattoos and piercings adorning nearly every slaves body.

One in particular caught Amanda's eye. A redhead on the row closest to her had two gold nipple rings connected by a thin gold chain. A second gold chain trailed downward between the woman's legs and disappeared, connected to an obvious lower piercing. The woman's left arm was tattooed with the word "Galley Wench #435" and her lower back held a scar from a branding iron and the word "****".

The Captain snapped Amanda's attention back to him. "Does anyone have any questions or if not we will start the demonstration?" Amanda felt a pit in her stomach at hearing his words and having no idea what demonstration he was referring too.