Chapter Twenty-Eight
Starlyn’s eyes snapped open. Noises surrounded her, most of them the sounds of struggling. She tried to move, but ropes tied around her wrists and ankles held her in place. Her body shivered. She realized her clothes had been torn, revealing parts of her smallclothes, though as far as she could tell she hadn’t been touched. Her stomach was exposed to the cold air, her stomach bump vaguely noticeable. She turned her head to the side and noticed several other women around her. All the women were tied.
“What is this place?” she whispered.
“A brothel,” a blonde woman near her replied.
“A brothel?” Starlyn’s eyes grew wide.
“Women do not volunteer to be here. Instead, they capture the women they want.”
“That is awful,” Starlyn said.
The woman nodded.
“What is your n
