CHAPTER 37
RESEARCHBlanca crawled on a dusty floor; all she could see from the narrow gap below the grimy rag over her eyes. From not far away, she heard chuckles and muffled voices. A hand touched her thigh. She shoved it away and shook her head. Tears poured down her young cheeks. “No, please.”
More sounds around her. “Leave her alone, man. He said not to touch her.”
Blanca whimpered as she reached a corner and cowered in a futile attempt at security. The smells of vomit, cigarettes, and cologne filled her nostrils. She lifted up her hand to reach for her locket, but her chest was bare. It had always made her feel safe, and now she remembered losing the locket days ago.
Large hands lifted and carried her away. She screamed, her body writhing. “Nooooo.”
Blanca jolted upright in her b
