They plastered a bunch of scratchy price tags all over my body, and right then I felt like nothing more than a piece of merchandise.
They planned to hide us in the current shipment of goods and sneak us out of the place.
They must have known we had zero chance of escaping, because they stopped holding back entirely right in front of us.
They were debating what kind of "employees" the company would recruit for the next cycle.
They said tons of rich bosses preferred girls with that sweet, innocent look.
Listening to them casually talk about tricking their next batch of prey like it was no big deal, I itched to tear those monsters limb from limb.
But right then, all I could do was go along with them, numb and compliant. It was the only way I would stay alive.
A phone call came in, and
