20
GABRIELLA
THE ROOM THEY put me in was different from the ones they had in Las Vegas. This time I could see and hear everyone who came past to make their bids. None of them could see my face though, as I was cowered in the corner with my head down. Little did they know I wasn’t weak, or that I was seething inside. I hated them all. Their excitement over watching a man beat a woman was disgusting and depraved.
Over time, their murmurs faded and then disappeared. It wasn’t long after that when Red opened the door.
“It’s time to go,” he said.
My thoughts strayed to Paxton. I hated not being there to watch him race, but if I didn’t fight, he wouldn’t be able to have any more of them. By the soulless look in Scar’s eyes, he contained very little humanity. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’d
