The next morning, the door creaked open, and I sat up groggily, rubbing my eyes. The taller man stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable. Without a word, he tossed a bag at me.
"Get dressed. We leave in fifteen minutes."
My hands trembled as I reached into the bag and pulled out the clothes. The fabric was scandalously thin, a shimmering, barely-there material designed to hug every curve. A nightclub outfit meant to entice - a sheer, body-hugging dress with delicate lace patterns that left little to the imagination. The straps were thin, the neckline plunging, and the hem was criminally short. It was the kind of outfit meant for seduction, not survival.
I had no choice.
Swallowing my revulsion, I forced myself into the lingerie-like attire, my skin crawling at the exposure. I di
