“Because she’s promised to someone else and is already paid for.”
“I’ll give you double!” he says, eyes darting back to Antonia, who is clutching my hand.
“I’m sorry, she’s already sold.”
The gun whips across Moseley’s face before he can stop it, sending him sprawling to the ground.
“You stupid, fat, fuck. I didn’t ask you if she was sold. I told you I’d pay double!”
Moseley wipes blood away from his lips but says nothing.
“What about the little one?” Rico questions, eyes focusing on a small girl no more than ten.
“She’s for sale, but her price is pretty hefty.”
Rico seems pleased. Hungry. That vile smile spreads the further his gaze lingers on the helpless child in the corner.
“I’ll take her.”
Moseley scrambles to his feet. “When?”
Rico toys with his gun. “How about now? It’s been a few hours since my dick last got wet. Would love to see it streaked in blood.”
Moseley cringes, but motions to some men behind him to grab the girl. “Done.”
Instantly, I’m on my feet.
“You’re not fucking touching her!” I shout, putting my body in front of the frightened girls shaking behind me.
“Move, bitch, this doesn’t concern you.”
He points his gun at me, but I’m not afraid. I’ll do anything to protect this little child, even give up my own life.
“You’re going to have to kill me to get her.”
He toys with his pistol. “That can be arranged.”
The men come marching in violently, pushing me out of the way as they grab the girl from off the ground, her panicked screams filling the air as tears march down her face.
“Take me instead!” I shout. “You wanna fuck, right? So take me! I know I’m not what you want right now, but I’ll let you do anything to me you want. Just don’t hurt the girl.”
“Anything?” he says, voice dripping with intrigue.
“Anything.”
With a single nod, the tiny girl is thrown back to the ground, scrambling over to Antonia, who protectively clutches her.
“You’re going to wish you never said that,” he growls, his warning loud and clear.
He grips me by the arm, forcing me out of the room and towards another next door. His fingers dig into my flesh, the pain shooting straight up my arms.
He takes off his belt, the metal clanking against the concrete before it’s slashed against my back, the buckle biting into my skin and ripping it apart.
He hits me again, and again, eliciting screams I didn’t know were fucking possible.
“You thought you could run away from me, little bitch!” He rips me off my knees, gripping me by my hair, gun digging into my chin as he settles in behind me, his cock already hard. “Did you think I wouldn’t find you?” His expensive cologne fills my nostrils, making my tummy coil in disgust.
Still, I say nothing, my life meaning less to me than that little girl’s innocence.
