d. Not
house was a mess, empty bottles littering the floor. Victor, my step-da
very first time I met him, but it wo
coming back home from work to
, hidden under my mattress, was filled with drawings of a future where I was free fr
or, scaring the shit out of me. "Look at you! Empty-handed aga
even checked. I just didn't make enough mone
like a second skin. The tips hadn't been good, and I knew i
difference,
iage to Victor. He put himself in countless debts under my name as his g
him, my name was also registered in the documents. I had no choice but to pay fo
cked up an empty bottle from the floor. "Same story ever
ing, he threw the bottle at me, but I was q
lease stop
dare
m not feeling
tion, but today was not the day. I was already beaten by the rain while coming back, and more than anything,
oom. I crouched in the corner, my heart pounding as I watched Victor drunkenly stagger around. His
k enough money to pay off my debts!
treaming down my face. "Please, Victor, I tried.
h rage. "Your mother should've died sooner if this is th
relentless addiction to drugs. Victor had taken me in, but only because he saw me as a means to
nto the small streak of hope that today would be different, but I gue
me up to my feet. A sheer cry escaped my lips, but I tried
spat in my face, and the next t
ploding in my cheek. I tasted blood but bit back
me holding me by the back of my dr
tor, please!
and the situation, girl. I owe some very bad people a lot o
money with me. Yo
n. I tried to break free from him, but he held my arm rou
hat statement. What
out?" I asked, but no re
," he answered as he pu
to pull away, but hi
the rain and forced me int
me?" I managed to as
to life, and we sped off into the night. I sat in terrified s
se of a crowd greeted us as Victor pulled me out of the car and dragged me inside. The atmosphere
horror as I took
ones too. Some were in cages, others were being paraded on stage, their eyes filled with the sam
d and made to turn around to the view of everyone. She stood like a deer in the headlights, and even though it wasn'
his hands roaming around her body and evaluating his 'item.'
succulent too," he said, a
their bids on her until the
ars. That was wha
e heard that there were such practices in different towns. But now, I had seen it wi
ing against Victor. But he was str
the room and towards the stage where a group of men
Alphas!" His voice was loud enoug
" A pot-bellied man asked from the
ame is Ayra. She is eighteen years
that I realized what Victor was going to do to