“I like kiddies, but a nice, submissive woman like you could be a fun change.”
“She’s not yours until the boss says,” one guy reminds him, like they’re talking about a packet of cookies and not a human being.
Me.
“Just a taste.”He squeezes my boob hard, and it hurts, as his face gets up close.
I spit at him.It’s instinct, and I regret it immediately when his gun is pushed against my cheek.
Oh, my god.
We bounce around, and I stop breathing, thinking he’s going to accidentally pull the trigger.I swear I’m going to have a heart attack.
“Do that again, and I’ll fuck you with this.”
Oh, my fucking god.
I need Jake.I need him to help me.He doesn’t even know I’m here, but all I want is him.And maybe a hundred police officers and a helicopter.
Tears roll down my face as I stay focused on the man’s crazy eyes, hoping he won’t shoot me.
“Good girl,” he replies calmly, like the insane asshole he is.“When we get to the depot, you do as I tell you.You can come home with me.”
I blink.
This can’t be happening.
“If they let her live that long,” the other guy states, as if he’s sharing the weather.“Unlikely, buddy.”
“I know.”The crazy fucker smiles.“But I’d like to fuck her before I kill her.”
Reality sinks in further.These people are child traffickers.They don’t want me.I was grabbed by accident by this sick motherfucker.
Best case, I live long enough to be raped.
Worst case is that I’m shot when we reach our destination.
My sob breaks through, and I let the tears flow as the man grins with pleasure and sits back down.He seems to like staring at my breasts, which are exposed and bouncing away.
I don’t want my life to end like this.
I want to be a mother.
I want to tell Jake I love him and ask if he could love me, too.
I want to see the Empire State Building and go to Australia to see the Sydney Opera House.I want to swim with dolphins and get a tattoo.
I should have gotten a tattoo.
When I hear Trinity crying, I realize I could be the lucky one.I don’t know much, but I do know that if no one finds us, she has a life of horror, pain and abuse ahead of her.
This isn’t right—these people havenoright to take away our freedom!
The fact is, we’re powerless.
