With Kevin

Shy was below deck on what he estimated to be about a 50 foot yacht. He didn't know where Kevin would have gotten the money for a brand new boat like this, and he hadn't asked for fear of getting hit again. Kevin was keeping him in a stateroom, complete with queen-sized bed, shower and television, and had been bringing him water and the occasional beer. It felt as if he was on some twisted getaway, and he would have enjoyed the accommodations if he hadn't been scared out of his wits. There were no more handcuffs for the time being, but the door to the upper deck was locked tight and there was no way for him to escape. Kevin had told him that if anything happened to him, Shy would be trapped down there until he was discovered or died, so he'd better hope that nothing would happen to him. As he sat on the bed, knees brought to his chin and arms wrapped around his legs, Shy couldn't help saying a little prayer that Kevin be kept safe just so that he wouldn't have to deal with being left behind.
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