Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
I don’t know his name, only that he has the most sinister stare I’ve ever seen. He watches us like a hawk, his sharp gaze missing nothing. The very second I get the chance, I fully intend on slitting the bastard’s throat. I’ve never been one to wish death on anyone. I was raised to be a good girl with high standards and excellent morals, but right now, I’m ready to throw it all away. My soul be damned.
The room is like some kind of underground warehouse decked out with a bar and dirty couches. Men linger in every available space, their gazes sailing over the caged women with interest. Their designer suits and expensive Rolexes warn me that these are the type of men who are not used to the word no. Some are older, probably looking for a girl to suck their dicks because their wives won’t anymore. In contrast, others are younger, mid-thirties with sickening stares. The new generation of business rapists who purchase women like it’s an elite sport and boast over a glass of whiskey just how hard he hit it.
Is this what my life is going to be? A bought whore for a sinister man?
Trying to look past the men, I focus on the room. There are four exits, two of which I’ve been down already, and they only take you deeper into the connected tunnels—somewhere I don’t plan on ever going again. The two remaining exits are across the room, almost the furthest point from me.
One is guarded and used as the main entrance. A set of steep stairs leads up to the metal door where a big burly man stands watch over the events below like a security guard. Every now and then, he turns to the door, checks off a name, and allows another asshole into the lair below.
The final exit is behind the bar with an identical set of stairs leading up to the door. It’s not guarded, but with the heavy padlocks and chains, it’s clear no one will be escaping through there tonight.
Glancing at the other girls, I see them looking around, just as I am, with nothing but defeat in their eyes. We all know the likelihood of getting out of here is non-existent. And I hate to say it, but if I got free somehow, I’d take off at a million miles an hour, never looking back. It’s every woman for themselves.
A filthy old man steps up to my cage, his sickening gaze trailing up and down my body as his eyes fill with hunger, a nearly empty glass of whiskey resting in his hand. He must be well into his seventies, old enough to be sporting wrinkly balls and a leaky cock. He carries himself with an air of importance, and I bet he’s the CEO of some bullshit Fortune 500 company, raking in billions of dollars. He’s probably got countless sexual assault charges against him from all the secretaries he’s abused, though I’m sure each case is mysteriously resolved before seeing a courtroom. His wife probably got fed up with the embarrassment of it all and told him to go purchase himself a whore. I wonder if this is what the old bitch had in mind.
“What’s your name, girl?” he rumbles, his deep tone making my skin crawl.
I fix him with a dead stare and indicate the nameplate on the top corner of my cage. “What? Don’t you read?” I question.
The old man’s gaze shifts up to the nameplate, probably not used to having a young woman speak to him in such a tone. “Misty?” he says with a scoff. “You and I both know that’s not your real name. Who are you?”
A grin pulls at my lips, and I let him see exactly what kind of woman he’ll be dealing with if he doesn’t fuck off and leave me alone. Gripping the bars, I lean in close, watching the way his eyes fill with hesitation. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.”
Without warning, something flashes in his eyes, and his hand shoots through the bars and grips my throat. “You want to put up a fight, little girl? I’ll give you something to fight about.”
My heart races, fear filling my veins as my airway narrows, but there’s no way in hell I’m about to let this asshole get the best of me. My arm snaps out, my fingers knotting into his thinning hair, and with every last bit of strength I possess, I yank him hard toward me, his nose crushing against the metal bars of the cage.
He roars out in pain, and as blood gushes from his nose, he releases me to clutch his face. “You bitch,” he spits, gaining the attention of the men around him. Some of them who’d disregarded me before now watch me with keen interest.