Melody
“Why is it always the hot ones?” one of the hunters asked as I blinked my eyes open.
“It’s the hot crazy scale,” another replied on a laugh, “If they’re super hot, they’re bat-s**t crazy.”
Flitting my eyes around in the dark room, I could see the outline of another person, my daughter, in a cage a few meters away from me.
“Hey,” the hunter banged his hand against my cage to get my attention, “don’t bother looking around for an escape,” he smirked, “this isn’t our first road sale.”
His words took me aback with a frown as the lights being turned on suddenly blinded my senses. Rapidly blinking through the black spots, I looked around to find multiple cages of scrappy looking girls in different states of undress.
Some girls were asleep, their wrists bound above their heads and o
