Aurora's POV
"What shall we do with her, Don? She looks like she's going to escape..."
"Do you even have to ask me any of those questions? Brand her like the rest, have her thrown into the club, and make sure she gets something doing, get the drugs and erase her memory,"
"N—no no, please, I'll behave, I'll not try to explain, I'll be a good girl, I'll do everything you want, please spare me..." I pleaded crawling to my knees in front of the men that circled me.
A resounding slap cut through my words, filling my body with an all-consuming pain, engulfing my body in absolute agony.
I felt my senses whiz as I fell back to the floor trying to hold onto the edge of the pants of one of the men.
"Sir, please...my father—he'll give you whatever you want, please just let me go.." I pleaded,
