~Elsie's POV
We were on the open part of the ship again, close to the edge but not close enough to do anything reckless even if we had the strength. The ropes around my wrists had been loosened just enough for circulation, but not enough to give freedom. My legs still felt weak from the sex and whatever they had put into my body earlier, and every movement came with a dull, dragging heaviness.
The sea stretched endlessly around us. The breeze kept hitting us in waves, cold and sharp, cutting through the thin, torn fabric they had thrown at us earlier. I tried to pull it closer around myself, but it barely helped.
Gianna shifted closer to me again, her body trembling.
"I cannot feel my fingers properly," she whispered.
I took her hand, rubbing it gently between mine.
"It is cold," I said. "Just keep moving them. Do not let them go stiff."
She nodded, though I could tell she was barely holding herself together.
