Defiantly, she stared up at him, “It’s not going to happen,” she said. “I’m not some poor Mexican girl you took from a mountain village. I’m an American. My uncle is rich. I graduated from a fine university. I’m married.”
Lobo chuckled, “Yeah married to a fuckin’ monkey or ape or whatever the f**k he is. About that other stuff, that makes you more fuckable. The boys gonna want a rich American college girl.” He turned toward the door, “Maria be along soon to tell you how you gonna earn your keep.” The door slammed shut and she heard the key in the lock.
She sat on the filthy mattress and looked around. She saw a slight movement on the floor by the far wall. It was a rat. Her hands flew up to her mouth stifling a scream. The rat stared at her, then darted behind the sink. She leaned over,
