The cold air hit my bare body as the fabric of my clothes fell away. My breath became unstable, tears streamed down my face as I realized what he was about to do. The chains clinked loudly when I tried to move, they were both fastened to my wrists and ankles, locking me against the thin mattress. He freed my left hand alone and stepped back slightly, studying me through the lens of the camera like I was some kind of exhibit.
“I love this angle,” he said, whistling and snapping his fingers.
“You will make a good impression if I auction you at the dark market.”
His smile widened, and his eyes dropped to my stomach. The smile came off his face instantly.
“Why are you doing that?” He asked, focusing on my left hand, which was instinctively covering my stomach protectively.
Shit! I did
