Rosalyn opened her eyes with a wince and found herself lying on a comfy bed. She held the back of her head that was hurting like hell. Blinking repeatedly, she tried to adjust her vision to see where she was. The first thing she noticed, her camera and hoodie on a couch. She gasped in terror to see she was wearing a loose white shirt only.
Her instinct said to run out of wherever she was. Wait! Am I sold to someone? But how? She shook her head once, decided to remember how she ended up in that hotel room when she clearly remembered she followed Davin and then sneaked in that party where big human trafficking leaders were meeting for the last time before going for a hideaway.
Rosalyn remembered that she entered a room from the window where she stumbled upon a box where they kept an uncon
