Fiona struggled weakly on the bed. They’d tied her down, again. At least she wasn’t chained by the neck anymore. And she wasn’t on the hard floor. Again, there was something she should remember…but it was gone as soon as the thought flitted through her brain. They wanted to hurt her, they had hurt her. They wanted to sell her. They wanted to kill her.
hadShe watched as one of the men standing next to her filled a syringe. His back was turned, but Fiona knew what he was doing. Oh God. Not again. Not more drugs. Fiona wouldn’t beg, she’d done that before and it’d done no good and had only made her feel more pathetic.
“I won’t beg, you assholes,” Fiona flung out recklessly, looking at the two other men in the room. She blinked to try to clear her vision, but continued, even though she could
