The sky had turned black and angry by the time Captain Isolde decided the night was ready for its final act.
A violent storm had rolled in from the west, whipping the sea into white-capped fury. Rain lashed the deck of the *Siren's Revenge* in heavy sheets, thunder cracked overhead, and lightning illuminated the ship in brilliant flashes. The crew had secured the sails and tied down everything loose, but the main deck remained open, a perfect stage for what was about to happen.
Amelia Voss was no longer just a prisoner.
She had become the ship’s offering.
Thick shibari ropes bound her tightly to the main mast. Her arms were stretched high above her head and lashed securely, forcing her onto her tiptoes. Her legs were spread obscenely wide, ankles tied to iron deck rings so her swollen,
