Chapter 33

He dragged me over to a smaller 'transportation' car. Another man stood by it, keys in his hand, texting. When he glanced up to see how heavily restrained I was he instantly tucked his phone in his back pocket and went to open the trunk, then popped the secret compartment on the bottom. I struggled viciously then, screaming, collapsing onto my knees and kicking them when they tried to carry me.

"My God, I hope the poor fucker who bought this slut paid pennies," the man grunted. It took him...