“Please—” her voice cracked, thin, desperate, the kind of sound that didn’t come from the surface but from somewhere deeper, somewhere already breaking. “Please don’t—don’t sell me, I’ll do anything, I’ll—”
He chuckled, almost sweetly.
Not loud or cruel in the way I expected.
Worse.
Amused.
Like her fear was predictable.
Like it entertained him.
And then he reached for her.
His hand closed around her arm and yanked her forward, her body stumbling out of the corner, knees hitting the ground for a second before he pulled her up again like she weighed nothing, like she wasn’t even resisting.
I moved without thinking, my body slamming against the bars, fingers wrapping around the metal so hard it hurt, a loud "no" ripping out of my chest before I could stop it.
“Take me!,” I screamed
