Petra
My entire body is shaking as I walk behind the trainer who’s taking me to apartment twenty-two, the place I’ll be spending all summer in. I have no idea if the man I was emailed about is my buyer or if it’s someone else. All I know is that I’m scared shitless!
“Who won me?”
The trainer shakes his head as he keeps walking without looking back at me. “That’s not for me to say. You’ll be given the money that he paid for you, minus the twenty percent the club gets, at the end of the period. Until then, it’s up to your new owner to feed, clothe, and house you. So be good, do what he wants, and things usually go well. And don’t forget that you can always call that emergency number you were given if at any time you want to end this. You’re always in charge, Petra. Don’t forget that.” He
