And it worked.
Every single one of them leaned in.
Interested.
Hungry.
Like they were about to watch something they had paid to enjoy.
“Lot one,” the masked man said, gesturing toward the first girl.
I didn’t want to look.
I did anyway.
She was shaking, just enough that you could see she was still in there, still aware, still fighting whatever they had pumped into her system, her hands clenched at her sides, her shoulders drawn in like she was trying to take up less space in a cage that had already stripped her of everything.
“Twenty-one,” the man continued, like he was reading off a menu, like this was nothing. “Unmated.”
A low murmur rolled through the crowd.
Interest spiked.
“Virgin.”
Laughter.
Actual laughter.
Something in my chest twisted so hard it almost knocked the b
