After Ingrid had swapped places with Tess on the boat, leaving her handcuffed to the bed frame, with a hood over her head, shipmate Musser appeared to collect her from her cabin.
Having been intimate with Ingrid on a sexual level he knew immediately by the size of her breasts and from the tightness of the turned up hem around the thighs of her denim shorts, that this couldn't be her.
Clever, he thought, smiling to himself.
Honouring his commitment to help the Norwegian girl, he made the decision to continue as planned, in the hope that the other two crew members wouldn't notice, if he kept the canvas bag tied over her head.
He added three additional tight knots in the drawstring around her neck to make it even more difficult to be unfastened by human fingers.
Musser then unlocked one side of the hinged handcuffs and helped her to stand up from the bunk bed.
Knowing that the boat had now docked, Tess protested her innocence by shouting into the canvas hood over her head that there'd been a mistake and that she wasn't Ingrid.
Musser already knew this to be true but had to convince the rest of the crew otherwise.
He annoyingly groped her tightly clad arse each time he helped her climb one of the ladders, guiding her up onto the top deck where he then forcefully re-cuffed her hands behind her back.
To further disable her, he inserted the key into one of the handcuff locks and bent it over until the end snapped off, rendering the locking mechanism of that particular cuff inoperable.
He quickly ushered her squirming, protesting body past the other two crew members, towards the gang plank where Gus's henchmen awaited her arrival.
Musser walked Tess on to the shore and explained to Gus's men that she will keep spitting at them if they remove the hood and warned them not to listen to her pleas of mistaken identity as she's been claiming this for the whole journey.
Tess twisted her body to free her upper arm from Musser's grip, only to find herself being grabbed by the hands of someone else.
Musser passed the remaining, broken shaft of the handcuff key over to one of the men, explaining that it had snapped and he didn't have a spare, but not to let her out anyway because she's deviously violent.
The men laughed when Musser slapped her arse, hard, with his hand, just to insult the poor innocent girl one final time.
Tess couldn't understand a word of their language, making her realise that protesting in her tongue wouldn't do her any good.
"HEPL ME!" she shouted, wastefully into the voice muffling bag over her head. "SOMEONE FUCKING HELP ME PLEASE!"
The response from the men came back as laughter.
If she could just get the hood off, they would see that they had the wrong person.
This wasn't to happen. The three men frogmarched her into their awaiting SUV and began their journey to deliver her to their boss, Gus.
The journey took almost two hours, most of which Tess spent crying into her hood, thinking back to what Ingrid had told her about her fate at the hands of the dreaded diamond dealer, Gus.
The vehicle stopped and Tess heard the door of the man next to her open, followed by her being dragged out, arm first, which painfully put pressure on the cuffs behind her. The door then slammed and the vehicle drove away, leaving just the two of them standing outside in the warm late evening breeze.
Tess then felt the drawstring of the hood being cut and to her relief her custodian pulled it up and off her head.
Through the wet hair sticking to her face, she could see a tall, smartly dressed man, with a shaven bald head, who'd sat next to her all the way through the journey from the boat to here.
"I believe you know your way around." He said in English.
"Please." She panicked, "Please. There's been a mix up. I'm not Ingrid, I'm Tess. Ingrid tricked me back there and took my clothes, pretending to be me."
The bald man laughed for a second but then looked down at the floor.
"Sofia." He called raising his head and looking towards the grand entrance of a large white building. "Sofia." He called out again.
A beautiful young lady with long flowing jet black hair appeared in the doorway and responded to his calls in her own language of Arabic.
"You have a guest." He said trying to make a joke of the prisoner standing next to him who had been brought to face justice at the hands of their powerful leader, Gus.
"Hello." Sofia said to Tess.
"Sofia. Come here please." He said.
Sofia innocently walked towards the two of them.
As she approached he spoke up again. "Don't you recognise her?"
"No. Why. Should I?" Sofia replied.
Tess protested her point again. "I told you. I'm not Ingrid!"
"This is not the Ingrid that Gus is looking for, if that is what you're asking me." Sofia said.
The bald man looked directly at Tess. "Are you serious?"
Tess and Sofia both replied at the same time. "YES."
"Shit!" he said. "Well who the fuck are you then?"
"I'VE TOLD YOU, I'M TESS! The Ingrid you're looking for, switched places with me when we were sailing. She told me that she stole from a man called Gus and that he'd kidnapped her for a ransom. She screwed a guy on the boat and probably used him to assist her get away."
"I need to speak to the boss." He said.
"I'm telling you the truth." She insisted.
"Get her cleaned up." He ordered Sofia, with his head down, scrolling through the contacts of his phone to call his boss.
The smell of fragrance greeted both women as they walked through the grand entrance into what would soon reveal itself to be a luxury spa facility.
After his phone call, Omar, the bald man, followed behind them and took Sofia aside to speak to her in private. The outcome of their conversation brought the couple over to where Tess stood, alone.
"I'm sorry." He said to Tess, reaching behind her, gently touching the cuffs around her wrists. "I'll find a key for these as quickly as I can."
Finally Tess felt like she'd been listened to.
"I may be an hour or two. Sofia here will see to your needs." He said, scurrying a hasty retreat from the building.
