Deal with this. As though the sobbing woman on the floor is nothing more than a computer bug.
“You have to pull it together,” I say as gently as I can in the woman’s ear.
Luka lingers as everyone begins to follow Edgar towards the exit, listening to him explain that there isa pool table and a secret vault full of “adult toys” they can peruse.
The woman shivers at the idea and presses her forehead against the tile floor.
“Things will be worse for you if you make a scene,” I say, hating that I sound like Kari.
I want to tell the girl to fight. To scream and run and do whatever she can to get out of here, but Iknow that won’t help.
She is shivering and weak and scared, and the guards would dispose of her in an instant.
“I know this is horrible, but if you want to
