I take a shaky breath, pressing my hands together in my lap and tell her everything I just heard. Her face twists, and I wonder if that fear is the same one that is washed over my own features.
“I...I don’t really understand. They’re selling us? Are you sure that’s what you heard? Maybe they have done some sort of deal for us and our dancing?”
I stare at her, not wanting to believe that is even possible, and yet, deep down, I know it is. Girls get kidnapped and trafficked all the time. But by my own father? He is a horrible, cold man but would he truly sell me just like that?
It doesn’t make sense.
“I honestly don’t know, all I know is that I heard what I heard. They said they couldn’t believe my own father was selling me. What else could that mean?”
Aggie’s eyes grow a little sad. “I’m scared.”
I nod, taking a shaky breath. “I know, me too. But we have to do something because whatever is waiting for us at the other end, is really bad.”
Aggie pushes to her feet. “Let’s find Tati, we need to get the fuck off this yacht.”
She’s not wrong.
The only problem is, how?
3
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOUtalking about?” Tatiana cries, sitting on the end of the bed with her hands on her lap, staring in horror.
I know how she feels; I myself still feel numb.
“Look, we don’t know for sure what’s happening, but it doesn’t sound good,” Aggie tries to reassure her.
“You think?” Tati mutters. “They’re going to fucking do something awful to us.”
My heart skips a beat.
“Do you think we should talk to the security guys?” Aggie goes on, taking a deep breath. “Maybe they can help.”
“We can’t risk it,” I say, shaking my head. “We just can’t. I’ve seen the movies where people go to the wrong man and end up in more trouble. We don’t know who is in on this, and who isn’t.”
“How the hell are we supposed to get off this fucking boat?” Tatiana pushes to her feet, her eyes frantic.
She doesn’t handle stress well at the best of times.
“I don’t think getting off the boat is a good idea. We have no idea where we actually are. I think we need to reroute it, try and get somewhere, anywhere but where they’re taking us,” I suggest.
“How do we do that?” Aggie asks. “Hold a gun to the captain’s head?”
I raise a brow.
