The door locked behind her with a dull thud. Celeste was left all alone in the room. She glanced around-four bare walls and a window that was nailed shut. For a second, it didn't even feel real.
Human trafficking? Seriously?
Who hated her this much? This wasn't just petty revenge-this was someone planning to destroy her completely.
From the faulty brakes on the mountain road to the whole setup of her staying at a villager's house-every step was calculated. They never meant to let her walk away.
Outside, that middle-aged guy who'd grabbed her was still chatting it up with the buyer's family, probably negotiating a price.
Celeste reached into her pocket and pulled out the knife Ethan had slipped her. She cut through the ropes around her wrists and slipped off the bed, her ey
