After Marigay leaves my room i cry throw myself onto the bed and cry. I can't believe the situation i have found myself in. I have either been misled or incredibly naive. But is it naive to go on a holiday not expecting to be tricked into slavery?

All the other "cousins" as they call themselves seem to have known what to expect. Evenpoor hapless Jason seems to have known the deal, much good that it did him.

And although both the girls have been kind, i could see as they explained the situation to me that they were thinking of me as a slave, just one they hadn't bothered about capturing yet, because i was obviously no threat. I could see the contempt in their eyes.

Michael, on the other hand, had been polite, if a little impersonal. I hadn't got the feeling he was just waiting for the right moment to draw me into whatever sick game they were playing here. And he had grown up on the island, with his grandfather. Surely if anyone could help me escape from these two women, with their caressing voices, soothing sweet patronising words while their eyes evaluated me as a piece of property, it was him.

I dry my face, brush my hair and fix my make up and set out to find Michael.

If i can't convince him to help him i don't see how i'll be able to leave the island before my boat returns for me in 10 days. And i am sure that by then it would be far far too late.