Kat

They grabbed Kat straight off the street, dragged her into some office, slapped cuffs on her wrists. A truck was waiting. They bundled her in, drove to the water, and loaded her onto a boat that headed out into the bay. Out there, her cries were swallowed by the wind and the waves. No one coming. No one listening. Her blonde hair whipped across her face, hands locked behind her back, the metal biting her skin while the boat rocked beneath her knees. They shoved a ball gag between her teeth and cinched the strap tight. The leather creaked. She glared, spit already leaking down her chin. The first cane stroke landed across her thighs, sharp and sudden. She jerked, gagged scream caught in her throat. Another stripe. Another. They worked her over without hurry, each blow timed to the sway of the boat, leaving red welts that burned in the salt air. Bound, gagged, punished in the middle of nothing and nowhere.