Page 2 of Vicious Bargain


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Her grip on my leg loosens, and I’m able to kick the woman holding my left leg.

“Jesus Christ—would-ya hold er down!” Worm Tongue hisses.

Again, I’m restrained,

“I’m sorry…” the former teacher says, her voice strained.

Deep down, I know this isn’t something she’d ever wanted to do. She’s as much a victim of fate as I am, but we’re far from being the same, because there is no way in hell I’d ever take part in what they’re doing.

“This ain’t no place for soft hearts,” Worm Tongue says as she continues to wipe down my body. Once she’s done, she grabs a stack of clothes and turns towards me.

“If they let you go, are you going to listen and do as you’re told?”

“Never!” I shout.

“Do you think yer the only one that’ll pay for your defiance?”

My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach.

“You…you can’t be serious. He’s a child…”

“I have a son, too,” another says. “And trust me when I say that whatever you do will be revisited upon him.”

I stare at the women for a long moment, trying to sort my feelings. I’m disgusted, wanting to spit on them and punch every last one of their haggard faces.

But if I do, what will happen to Seth?

“Let ’er go,” Worm Tongue says.

My limbs are released, and I choose not to fight.

She throws the stack of clothes onto my lap, if you could even call the garments that.

I hold a shirt up that’s so short, it’ll show all of my stomach. There are gaping, decorative slits across the chest that will expose a significant portion of my breasts.

“There’s no way I’m wearing this!”

“Stop being a child,” Worm Tongue chastises. “If that’s what they want to see you in, that’s what you’ll wear.”

If I had a match and gasoline, I’d burn the whole fucking place down. But that would be selfish, because I won’t be the one to pay for my transgression.

“When do I get to see him again?”

“If yer good and do as yer told, give it a few days.”

“And he’s being well taken care of?”

Worm Tongue nods. “He is, for now, but he may not always be. Wear a smile, keep yourself soft. Never tell them no.”

I hold up the flimsy garments, accepting my new role in life. “Just tell me who I have to fuck to see my boy.”

PRISON

AMBER

Present Day

To think, out of all my friends, I would have been the one voted least likely to end up in prison.

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