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For days.

She’d just been in my bed this morning.

What was worse, was the sight of a large male fist in her tangled hair, as if he’d just yanked up her head for the picture.

Hatred and rage boiled through my veins so violently, I felt like I could rip the table I was gripping in half. A hand clapped down on my shoulder, and I tore my gaze away to see JD on the other end of it. He didn’t meet my eyes, but I caught the meaning. I wasn’t alone.

Butshewas.

She was fucking all alone out there.

Sloan:Do you really want your little princess to be fucked by strangers every day until she can’t walk?

Steele:You’re disgusting. Even if this were real, do you really think you’d get away with blackmailing me? What do you think will happen? I’ll give you what you want, you let my daughter go, and we all live happily ever after? You’re delusional.

Sloan:I’m not bluffing.

Steele:Please tell Shay to grow up and call me when she’s done with all these theatrics.

My heart pounded in my chest as nothing happened for several long minutes.

What the hell was happening?

Then, one last message, this time from Sloan to Viktor Fedorov...

Daddy’s not going to play. I guess we’ll have to take care of him later. Princess is becoming more trouble than she’s worth now. Load her up with the other girls at dawn and let’s be done with this.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Shay

The rough, vise-likehands that pulled me from the small stale room yanked me down a long dark hallway and now pushed me onto another putrid mattress. This was just one in a room full of many.

The others.

My heavy eyelids dragged down and back up again with a huge effort. Whatever they’d pumped me full of was wearing off, but not fast enough. I still couldn’t complete a coherent thought. Except for one. I wasn’t alone anymore.

Slowly, methodically, I counted seven other women nearby in the dank, low-lit room and registered additional movement on the other side that I couldn’t make out. The smell of sweat and body odor was pungent.

“Wait,” I managed. “I need a bathroom.”

“Not time yet,” he said. “Toilet break in an hour.”

Toilet break?

“I can’t wait an hour,” I said, my tongue fumbling with the words. “I’ll pee myself.”

“Knock yourself out.”

Heavy footsteps stomped away.

That was the other acrid smell burning my nose. Evidently the others had given up on the break before my time there. Theothers.

Oh, my God.

Every movie about this kind of thing played through my head at warp speed.

Starring me.

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