ROBYN
“Why are you doing this to me?” Tears streamed down my face, but this b***h and her two dogs looming behind her were heartless and cruel. They didn’t even shift. “Please, let me go. My mom is sick. She needs me.”
“Stop with the soppy sob story. It won’t work. Your price tag is too high to let you go.” Just as she finished talking, there was a knock on the door. “Stop crying, or I will blow your brain off. Don’t ruin your makeup, dear. You can’t look ugly and disgusting in front of the camera. Do you hear me?” Camera?
I nodded, swallowing hard. The truth might be difficult to hear, but I needed to hear it. “So you’re going to sell me?”
“Yes,” she replied without an ounce of guilt or regret in her voice.
I tried hard to stop crying to keep my head intact, but my shoulders shook as
