Broken and hopeless, waiting for the day one of the men she was sold to ended her life? Her pussy was sore inside, it hurt when she walked or went to the bathroom. When his fingers gripped her hips she gave an involuntary whimper. His walls were covered with framed posters of muscle cars with women in bikinis either bent over or laying on them. Beside him was Vlad. Vlad loomed over her like the spectre of doom, Marcus sat on the sofa. She didn’t meet the men’s eyes. He rolled her over, onto her belly. “You’re some kind of fucked up, man.” Trey said shaking his head. In my opinion rapists and human traffickers are the lowest of the low and should all get very long prison sentences. It was a typical humid summer night in East Tennessee but the little air conditioner did its job well and they could at least be comfortable, even if the show was stupid.
