Page 52 of Born in Depravity

I quickly put on the white T-shirt and gray sweats, which I had to roll up several times before I could get my feet to stick through. Judging by the size and length of these pants, I wondered if they belonged to Damien.

Probably.

He had gotten ready here.

I couldn’t suppress the shivers that ran through me, and I didn’t know or want to know the reason behind it.

Then I moved to the window and looked out.

We could still be in the Arizona desert, judging by the landscape outside. And this was the only building in view. Not another single person or place as far as my eyes could see.

I’d traded one cage for another. One monster for three.

Only, I didn’t know what they wanted with me.

Why did they take me?

From the way they’d been talking, it seemed to have been planned.

But why?

I wasn’t significant.

Or powerful.

Despite being the daughter of a don, I was completely helpless. And what was more, I didn’t have my father’s love. He would come for me.

I couldn’t help them with anything, and I couldn’t think what I could possibly offer up that they would want.

Save for my virginity.

I shuddered at the thought.

My father had always placed so much worth on my virginity.

I didn’t see it as worthy, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to choose who I gave it to.

I’d long ago made peace with the fact that I wouldn’t get a choice. Until Roberto gave me a plan to escape. And for a moment there, I had thought I would be able to escape. That I would live a life filled with choices.

I turned away from the window as tears made their way down my cheeks.

I was so sick of crying.

But it seemed I wasn’t quite done with it yet.

I slowly moved back to the bed and sat down.

And I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

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