continiue the story "She saw a figure approach. It was a Caucasus pirate, his hot breath on her face. He grabbed her arm and pulled her closer, his eyes blazing with lust. She tried to pull away, but he was too strong.

He reached out and slapped her across the face, hard, sending her tumbling to the deck of the boat. She screamed, her voice echoing across the water. "Please, don't hurt me!" But the Caucasus pirate only laughed, his grip on her arm tightening.

"I'm not going to hurt you, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and husky. "I just want a little bit of fun. You're so beautiful, and I can't resist."

The young Vietnamese refugee screamed again, her body shaking with fear and desperation. She could feel the pirate's hands all over her, his breath on her skin. She wanted to run, but she was trapped.

The Caucasus pirate continued to fondle her, his hands roaming over her body. She could hear the low moans coming from deep inside her and was filled with shame and despair. She was a war victim, a widow, a refugee, and now a victim of these pirates.

"Please, stop," she begged. "I have a daughter to think about. Please leave me alone."

But the pirate only laughed, "You can't stop me now. I've already started, and you know you want it." She fell to the bottom of the boat, shaking with sobs. The pirate laughed again, "Enjoy the ride, sweetheart. We're just getting started.""