Chapter 2

This was the sixth month since I had been abducted.

The girls who were abducted with me were either sold or killed.

In this chaotic country, human life was the least valued.

I didn't want to die, nor did I want to be sold into a brothel.

So, I had no choice but to betray my last companion.

The first time I met Michael was on a stifling afternoon.

We, more than ten in number, were bound. I lay in a warehouse.

It was like we were crabs for sale in a supermarket.

When Michael entered, the warehouse door swung wide open, and the afternoon sunlight of the tropical country poured in, brightening the entire world.

I stared at him intently, my intuition telling me he was the leader of this gang of traffickers.

But I hadn't expected the ruthless head of the traffickers to be so young and handsome.

His skin was much fairer than the other men's, his features deep-set, his eyes a light hue, appearing to be of mixed race.

A few tanned men followed him, chuckling in broken English, "Michael, this batch is of excellent quality. They will fetch a good price."

Michael's gaze swept over us, pausing noticeably when he saw Andrea.

Andrea had a very beautiful face, the most striking among us.

"Michael, why not pick one to keep for a taste?" one of his subordinates suggested cleverly, casting a discreet glance at me.

My heart hopelessly raced.

I hoped he would choose me.