Jordan enters his father's office, spotting a man with a camera in his hand.

"Yeah?" Jordan rolls his eyes.

"Yo. Check this out! I heard yo' dad ain't home, so I gotta show you this sweet content."

Jordan heavily sighs, shaking his head. "Just do what you will with it."

"Na, na. I need your feedback. Your pops wants millions to come out of our new industry!"

"New industry?" Jordan raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah! Didn't your pops tell you?" The guy turns on the camera and presses play.

He hands over the camera to Jordan. The film starts to play with a young woman in her late teens, pleading for her life.

"Please, no more! I can't....I can't!" She screams. She was tied to a bed post as the camera zooms in on her face.

Her face was slashed. Blood trickles down from her face to her neck. Her body had been beat furiously, her skin had turned purple.

"Smile for the camera!" A man gripped her by the hair, pulling her head upwards towards the camera. "Smile!" He shouted as the other men chuckles at her misery.

Jordan looks at the guy next to him, watching the video in excitement. "This is the best part!"

Three men proceed into touching her. The place seemed cramped. In total there were five men.

"Please!" She cries as the two other men position her for penetration.

"That's right, cry for the camera!"

"Spit on her, spit on her face." Another whispers.

Jordan shuts off the camera, shutting his eyes.

"So? What you think?" The guy holds onto the camera, awaiting for his reply.

"My father is making a torture porn industry?" Jordan ignores his question. The man only nods.

"It was good...." Jordan clears his throat, trying to forget the horrible images in his head.

"Thanks man!" He pats Jordan on the shoulder, walking out of the office.
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Sam holds onto my hands as I walk towards her. There was just silence. I didn't want to speak to her, not after what she had told me.

I've thought it over so many times, it just didn't seem right to me. My brother raped me, and there was no sugar coating that.

"We've been doing this for an hour now. I think we should take a break." Sam suggests, but I continuously shake my head. "No, I want to keep going!"

I continue to force my legs to walk. I could feel my lower body aching from the pain. Suddenly, my legs give out. I fall on Sam as she slowly lays me on the floor.

I begin to shout and scream, throwing a tantrum from frustration. Sam tries to relax me, but I just keep screaming. "Why can't I do this?! Why?!" I cry.

"It takes time!" Sam tries to explain.

"We don't have time! Time is running against me!" I slap my hands on the floor.

"Stop that, you'll hurt yourself!" Sam grabs onto my hands.

"I don't want to be a burden!" I bury my face onto the floor.

"You won't be, okay? You won't." Sam calming voice soothes me, but I know I will be.

"We can try again later. You need to rest." Sam gets up from the floor as the door opens.

"Help me pick her up." Sam waits for Jordan to comply, but Jordan was out of it. Sam and I could tell something was wrong with him.

Jordan nods, picking me up himself and placing me on the bed. I try not to squirm from his touch, my heart thumps quickly without warning.

"Get some rest." Jordan murmurs as Sam leaves with him.

"What's wrong?" Sam questions.

"Nothing." He shrugs.

"Don't lie to me!" Sam turns him around, awaiting an explanation.

Jordan sighs heavily. "I can't tell you."

"Why not? We're both in on this!" Sam points at him.

"I don't want to worry you. I don't want you to freak out." Jordan whispers.

Sam furrows her brows and scoffs. "Tell me!" She demands. Footsteps start to approach them from the long hallway.

Jordan thinks fast, pulling  her into a dim lighted storage room. He locks the door from the inside as he signals Sam to stay quiet.

They don't move a muscle. The footsteps approach the door further. The two could hear the men talk amongst themselves, passing by the door.

Jordan and Sam sigh in relief. They look at each other and frown. "You need to tell me what's going on." Sam continues.

"Yeah, and I told you no already!" He whispers.

"Why?!"

"Damn it woman! Don't you listen?!" Jordan moves closer to her. "I told you I don't want you to freak out."

"I won't." Sam confirms.

He sighs heavily, holding onto the bridge of his nose. "My dad is starting a new industry. I didn't know anything about it."

"What is it?" Sam clears her throat.

Jordan pauses for a moment, debating whether he should tell the woman who had been through so much already.

"Torture porn." He sighs in dread. Sam immediately pulls back making her back hit the door.

"You see. You freaked!" Jordan pulls her from the door and sits her on one of the boxes wrapped in plastic.

Sam stays silent, eyeing the floor as if she was in shock.

"Listen to me, nothing is gonna happen to you. I won't let it." Jordan caresses her hands.

"It's not me I'm worried about. It's those girls. They don't know what they're getting into." Sam exhales.

"I can't do anything. If I stop the process, they will think I'm against them." Jordan crouches down on the level of her knees.

"I know. I just- I just wish we weren't here." Sam brushes her hands on his.

"Everything will get resolved in the end. I promise." Jordan stares at her. "I will do anything to get my sister and you out of here, alive."

"I know. I believe you." Sam places her hands on his cheeks. "Thank you for what you've done so far. I know you're trying to do the right thing."

"Thanks, at least somebody believes in me." Jordan's eyes wander.

"Just give her time." Sam pats him in the arm as he drops his head onto her knees.

Sam's legs begin to tighten together. She could feel the uneasiness in her body, the feeling of being touched was never going to be the same.

"You're tense..." Jordan pulls his head up, backing away from her. "Sorry, I shouldn't have."

Sam lets out a heavy sigh. "It's okay. I'm just.... Not use to this."

"I'm not going to hurt you." He tries to comfort her.

Sam nods, pulling his hand towards her. "I've been here for too long. I forgot what it feels like to give consent."

"I don't want to touch you. I could feel your tension." Jordan shakes his head.

"I told Ariel nothing would ever happen between us." She lowers her head in guilt.

"You don't need to tell her about us. It's your life, not hers." Jordan sighs. "But I understand."

"She's my best friend, but I have feelings for you or I don't know. I'm confused." Sam scoffs. "I feel ugly Jordan. Who would want me like this?! I'm a woman with a messed up face." She points at her bandaged eye. "Who would want a woman like me? When there are other women out there." She sighs. "I have scars on my body, I'm crazy, my face is messed up, my hands are too! Who in their right mind would want me?!" She bursts out crying.

Jordan lets her head fall into his shoulder as he hugs her. "A good man will want you. It's my fault, all of this is my fault and I've ruined your life, just like I've ruined my sister's. Don't blame yourself, blame me."

Sam shakes her head. "I can't blame you. I blame somebody else for this. I blame Philip! I should've just told my brother that we were dating, then none of this would've happened!"

"Sam, you're still beautiful. You've got a kind heart, you're smart."

"Oh, stop. No man would want me after all this. I've been used like a mop, so many times. No man would want something used up." She cries. "I'm going to live and die alone."

"It's not like you asked for this." He stares at her as she wipes away her tears.

"Tell me Jordan. Who would want me?"

"A man who doesn't care about your past. Okay?!" He frowns.

"In this day and age, that doesn't exist anymore."

"Okay, Sam. You win." Jordan heavily inhales and exhales. "I care about you Sam. I want you, I wish you could stay with me forever. I wish I never did the things I did."

Sam widens her eyes from his words. "W-what?"

"Sam, the truth is your company eases me. When I'm with you, it's like nothing else matters."

"Please, don't say those things." Sam shakes her head in denial. "It was just a kiss, you didn't mean anything by it."

"I kissed you because I like you, I care about you. You make me feel, like I have butterflies in my stomach, just like some kid in high school."

"Us can't happen. I promised Ariel." Sam watches his hand place on her shoulders.

"Fine, then tell me you don't want to be with me, that you don't have feeling for me. Say it, and I'll leave you alone for good." Jordan's voice begins to crack. His eyes begin to water.

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"I found one inflatable life boat. We can use that to our advantage. We have one inflatable boat. We'll have to paddle towards the ship." Logan stares at Philip who nods. "I think that's better than swimming." Philip scoffs.

"Alright, how long before we get ready?" He looks at the pilot.

"We've got two more days to go mate. It's going to be night soon." The pilot yawns.

"I'm going to hit the hay." Philip stretches walking into the small bathroom first.

Logan and the pilot nod as the British man takes out three grenades from his bag "I want you to have them. You have more use for them than I do."

Logan takes the grenades and nods. Will you be okay on your own?"

The pilot nods.

The radio begins to screech. There were voices on the other line, they were speaking some type of language, Hindi.

Logan and the pilot stare at each other in surprise. The pilot quickly answers them. "Hello? Hello?!"

"Yes, hello?" The man asks with a strong accent. "This is the IPS."

IPS- Indian Police Service