Prompts = Crass, Channel, Jugular
We were crammed in the bilges as the freighter made the rough channel crossing. It’d been a few weeks of open ocean, but the next three days were going to be a nightmare; there was no way to relieve ourselves of the wretched stenches.
The conditions didn’t keep the scum living among us from plotting horrors. I could ignore it most of the time, but when they openly began targeting my sister, first with crass comments, then with physical intimidation, I had to act.
Weapons weren’t allowed but I managed to secret a sharpened butterknife. Jugulars would release lifeblood tonight.
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