Another day, another damsel
@rextillion
Shojo woke up with a splitting headache and her ankles and hands tied behind her back. Never a nice thing to wake up to. The sea-salt air was what woke her as she found herself on a dock at some ungodly hour in the morning. The sky was as pitch black as the gentle water below the wooden planks.
There were men smoking a few feet away from her, talking about how long they’ve been waiting for someone to come along and pay them already. None of them knew she was awake. Maybe if she was really quiet she’d be able to inchworm herself to safety.
Or maybe she would inchworm herself right off the edge of the dock which is exactly what she did. The cold water stabbed at her skin like knives as she desperately tried to wriggle her way back to the surface or out of her ropes, whatever would come first. Unfortunately she only sunk further down and the darkness crept into her vision. Her struggling slowed as her lungs screamed for air. Did anyone even see her fall? Would her captors care? Most likely no.

















