Almost instinctively, Drake grabbed Debra's arm.

He was shocked by her actions.

Debra was already dangling off the edge of the ship, the ocean waves crashing against her ankles. All it would take was for Drake to let go, and she'd plunge straight into the sea. "Mr. Lowe!" Peter was horrified.

Drake's voice was filled with fury as he shouted, "What are you waiting for? Get her up."

"I-I'll go get someone," Peter stammered.

"No need." Debra struggled against Drake's grip.

But he only tightened his hold. "Are you so eager to die?"

"My life is my own to decide. Either you give me the respect I deserve, or..." Debra insisted.

Drake gritted his teeth, anger flashing across his face. No one had ever dared threaten him like this before.

"Sir, I've got the rope."

"Pull her up."

"Yes, sir."

But even with it within reach, she made

sighed, "Fine, you won. Get up

But it

ordered around. No

just like that, she let go of the rope and plunged into the

"Sir, she fell."

"Stop stating the obvious. Get

scrambled

from swallowing à mouthful of seawater. Her chest tightened painfully as the salty liquid burned down her throat. She fought to keep herself

her.

water, and Debra spat out a mouthful of

kas

about

she stood before Drake.

have felt the thrill of control,

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