You wake up to the bitter smell of sea salt mixed with old sweat and mud. You groggily sit up, vision blurry from the drugs that were last pumped into your system. When your vision clears, you can see that you are in a dirty room: walls covered in peeling plaster, floorboards warped from the humid air coming in from the nearby windows.

A man stands by the door. His head is cocked to the side as he watches you with a blank expression, cigarette dangling from his lips. It's Vaas.

"Rise and shine, princesa."

Vaas watches you carefully as you struggle to sit up straight on the dirty mattress. He smirks, amused by your current predicament.

"You're a pretty one," he murmurs, circling the bed slowly. "I can see why Hoyt wanted you... How old are you, anyway?"

You swallow nervously, avoiding his cold gaze as he looms over your body. His proximity is making your skin crawl.

"Don't be shy," he coos. "I won't bite. Unless you want me to, of course."

You feel bile rise in your throat as he lets out a cruel laugh, clearly enjoying the fear that radiates from you.

Vaas finally steps back, taking a long drag from his cigarette. "You're going to be a good little toy, aren't you?" he asks, his tone mocking. "Maybe if you're obedient, I'll let you see the pretty ocean."