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He grinds his teeth, angered by my comment.
He knows I’m fucking right.
“No one will want me,” I mutter.
“You’re just scared one of those fuckers will bid a million on you just to torture you,” he retorts.
“No … I just know they’ll see in my eyes I’ll rip off their balls and feed it to them in the night if they ever so much as blink in my direction.”
The guy leans away, his finger shaking as he swallows away the bile.
I smile at him. “You think I fear them? No. They should fearme.”
The guy backs away slowly.
“This bitch is mad,” the other one says.
“Seal her in. Tell Romeo to come handle it,” the guy who touched me says, and they run out and shut the door tightly.
But I don’t think they’ll lay a single finger on Crystal now.
Not until that Romeo guy has talked with me. And I’ll make sure he understands what he’s dealing with too.
“Hey, motherfuckers!” I yell, pushing through the fatigue from the shot I got. “I’m still here!”
I bang my head against the wall again, but it hurts like hell.
Finally, someone comes into my cell again. His black hoodie is stained with blood, but the syringe in his hand catches my attention.
“Oh no, fuck no,” I say, shaking my head.
“You won’t behave? We’ll make you,” the guy says, spritzing out some of the fluid.
“Stay away from me!” I yell. “Let me go!”
“You should be happy we’re trying to sell you,” he says, approaching slowly.
“Fuck you!” I spit, fighting the chains that hold me down.
He pinches my cheeks and makes me look at him. “If you’re going to fuck someone, you should at least know their name.”
My eyes narrow. “You… you’re the reason I’m here, aren’t you?” I swallow back the unsettling fear. This man is responsible for all the trafficking this group does. “Romeo.”
“Bingo.” He smiles the most wretched smile, showing off his golden teeth.
I spit in his face.
He wipes it away and smears it on my clothes. “Bad girl.”
Suddenly, he flicks out a knife and cuts me in the cheek.
It stings enough to wake me the fuck up. “Where did you take Crystal?”
“She’s safe … for now.”
“Fuck you,” I growl again, straining against the metal clasps that keep me down. “You’re not even man enough to face me. I’d kill you with just one hand.”
“Sure you will,” he muses. “But if you don’t start behaving soon, no one will want to buy you. And that’s a problem, even for you.”
