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Armin escorted me down the hall. It was narrow, with lots of closed doors and fluorescent lights. There was no one else around.

Then we left the hall and stepped onto a wooden deck with a railing. Cool, salty air rushed over my face, and silver moonlight sparkled on water.

We were under a covered walkway, so I couldn’t see above us, and Armin pushed me forward roughly when I tried to look behind him. But from the hallway we’d exited to the bow of the boat was at least a hundred feet. Between them lay a swimming pool, a Jacuzzi, and multiple deck chairs.

We were on a giant yacht of some sort.

Fitting for an evil mega-millionaire bitch.

Armin opened a door that led into a dimly lit room without windows. There was a table inside, and chairs bolted to the floor all around it.

In one of the chairs sat a figure with a black bag over its head.

Fear surged through me. I watched the shape, afraid it might rear up like in a horror movie – but it stayed slumped over.

Armin forced me into a ch