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CHAPTER ONE
KAYLA
The world isfull of monsters. Some show their faces, while others hide in plain sight, waiting for their chance to take you alive.
I’ve met my share. Watched as they shed their skins until all that was left was the savagery beneath.
And once they show you who they are, there’s no reason for them to hide any longer. They’ll make you beg and bleed until all you have are tears. But see, they’re useless against monsters. Your tears only strengthen them.
I should know.
My monsters took everything from me.
Tore the soul from my bleeding body while I lay there on the ground, wishing for it to be over.
I was theirs for nine and a half brutal years. Raped, sold, tortured until I begged to die. But I had my friend Elsie to live for.We kept each other alive somehow.
I often think back on the day that started it all. The day we were taken, all three of us. And I regret it instantly. I’d go back in time and tell us not to go.
Just stay. Fuck the road trip.
We were young, only nineteen. Just children. But we stopped being little girls as soon as they took us.
Jade’s mom didn’t want us to go.
Neither did my parents, but they wanted me to make my own choices.
If it’s what you want, honey, then we won’t stop you.
I wish they had.
Though they don’t like to bring up what happened, I know my parents wish the same. Wish they had forced me to stay home. Locked me up in my room and thrown away the key.
Instead, we left—Elsie, Jade, and I. We decided to have one last adventure together before college started. But things took an ugly turn when our car broke down in the middle of an empty highway. And that was when we met our first monsters. Men who worked for our captors.
They shot us and took us away to be sold like property, stripped of our dignity and pride. Jade was separated from us, but Elsie and I endured together all those years.
We were nothing but toys for the ones who owned us.
Faro Bianchi and his brothers ran the Palermo crime family. Dirty and vicious, they took everything from us.
They ran a members-only sex club, where men wore those fancy masquerade masks that covered everything but their eyes. They did whatever they wanted to us…for the right price, of course.
We were nothing but dollar signs.
Elsie and I were forced to work at the club more times than Ican remember. Other times, we were shipped off to fancy hotels where rich, powerful men pretended we were theirs for a night or two.
Often, I envisioned my death. Or theirs. Or both, if I’m honest. I wanted to kill them all. I wanted to pick up a knife and stab them in their throat. Over and over until they stopped breathing. Stopped touching me. Touching us.
My heart beats fast as thoughts of the past run rampant.
When they were inside me, I’d smile as I pictured their blood dripping from their throats. Once they were done, I’d realize it was just me and my imagination making me think I had power. But I had nothing but skin and bones.
And even that wasn’t mine anymore.
If I hadn’t been weak and pathetic, I could’ve done it. I could’ve killed them. So what if I’d ended up dead in the process? I was already dead anyway.
But then I’d think of Elsie and cry into the stained pillow. I couldn’t leave her. I was all she had, and vice versa. So I let the pain consume me until all I had were tears.
