Suzy stopped paddling. The inflatable boat rocked gently on the surface of the water.
"Hey, Mister… I don't really have anything on me…" Her voice trembled uncontrollably.
It was an instinctive reaction—after all, this was her first time facing something like this.
No matter how many times she had rehearsed it in her mind, imagination was never the same as reality.
And yet, Suzy was calm. Calmer than she had ever been.
"Yo, it's a chick."
Her reaction only made the attackers more smug, their guard lowering further.
A lone woman posed little threat to them.
And with her voice shaking like that? Clearly timid. Weak. Easy prey.
They had already labeled her in their minds.
"Cut the crap! Bring the boat over now! Or I'll skewer you and feed you to the fish!"
The bald man barked impatiently, stepping closer as he brandished his wooden spear.
Meanwhile, the man who had jumped into the water was already closing in.
Now.
A cold glint flashed in Suzy's eyes.
