Chapter 3

As I drifted off, I heard his men chatting.

Those of us who are going to be sold into brothels all over the place, brothels in Southeast Asia, even the most ignorant can see the horrors of it on the news in movies and TV shows.

Anyway, if you go in, you don't come out unscathed.

I've only just celebrated my twenty-fifth birthday, and there are people waiting for me at home, and I have to live.

Unfortunately, Michael Blake's gaze only paused on me for a second before moving back to Andrea Knox.

He had thick lashes, half of his face was turned to me, and the knot in his throat was sensual "There's no rush, Alexander, you keep a close eye on these people, not one of them."

He turned to leave, then spoke up again and warned "This batch is different from the previous ones, you'd better stay put."

The man named Alexander answered him, closing the warehouse door as he escorted him out.

The world went back to darkness.

Instead, I saw Andrea Knox's eyes sparkle, and she must have felt it too.

Michael Blake's eyes lingered on her for a long moment.

It's a headache to have her everywhere.

Oh, I forgot to mention that I went to high school with Andrea Knox.

She was the rich, wealthy daughter of a wealthy family, and I was at the top of the list of poor students that the school sponsored every year.

I recognized her the first moment I saw her.

But she obviously didn't recognize me.

That's right. It's been five or six years. How could she possibly remember me?

Many things are often remembered only by the victim and can be forgotten by the aggressor.