The panic began to spill over, and he could no longer control the shaking in his legs.
“You’ve been bought, and you're heading to Boston. You’re his property now,” Mikhail growled, signaling for his men to collect his property.
Reid’s eyes went wide as the two men moved toward him. One pulled a syringe from his jacket.
This was it. If he didn’t fight back now, he was a dead man.
Reid lunged forward, hoping he could somehow overpower them both and escape the condo before he was knocked out and delivered to whichever psycho believed that he could “buy” a person.
No such luck. Within seconds, he felt the needle jab into his neck, and everything around him went dark.
When he woke up, he found himself chained to the wall of a dimly lit room. He was lying on cold concrete, most likely in a basement somewhere.
Groggy and sore, he slowly sat up. The chains clanked as they moved along the floor.
Where was he?
He looked around the room. There was a bed in the corner, with a sink and toilet on the other side of the room.
Other than that, there was nothing else in the room. No windows, no TV, no means of escape, from what he could see.
Soft voices pulled Reid’s attention toward the door.
Someone was approaching.
His heart began to pound as he waited for his new nightmare to appear.
Whatever this was, waking up chained to a wall was never a good sign of things to come.
How had this become his life?
First, he had been sex trafficked, and now he had been sold?
Why did god hate him so much?
Reid’s eyes were locked on the door as the knob began to turn.
Slowly, the door to the room pushed opened, and a portly, slightly balding man entered, smiling at Reid as if he had just won the lottery.
“Good! You’re awake,” the man cheered, walking over to where Reid was sitting, chained to the wall.
His eyes were wild, and there was something about his smile that sent shivers down Reid’s spine.
Whatever this man had in mind, it wasn’t going to end well for Reid.
“Oh, I’m so excited that you’re here! We’re going to have so much fun together!”
But they didn’t have fun. Reid suffered through some of the most humiliating and degrading sexual acts known to man.
It was about three months into his ordeal when he began contemplating ending his life.
But why shouldsir—as the man liked to be called—win?
Taking his own life was giving ultimate power over to his captor. Reid was never going to let that happen. Instead, he suffered through the pain and humiliation, secretly memorizing floor layouts in the dark and closely monitoringsir’smovements.
“So, how did you escape?” Nikolai asked, his eyes filled with anger and rage.
“The police raided the man’s house one night. They had gotten a tip that the owner might be holding a man against his will. My captor made one mistake—he caught the flu.”
