His Wicked Claim

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out. One at

en two trembling women. Our wrists are tied w

nted

hos

ic. All of it became my mask. Because it was the only way to uncover the

bs beside me, the soft whimpers of women wh

I

in the worst kind of nightmare I ever imagined. I played the part well. But insi

weak. Not

s Rough hands immediately grabbed me, hauling me uprig

e. My boots clicked softly on the tile as they dragged me down

my eyes, and I blinked rapidly. Around me, the other women sat in a

ed into a line. The blindfold had come off minutes ago, but the ro

elonged among these women. Seven of us. All dressed in the same rag

ned it to be. No chandeliers or golf walls.

ng red in

atching our

usly, as if I was just another victim. A nobody. Clar

guns held tightly. Tattoos inked like stories on their necks and a

batches?"

the harbor this morning."

is time around." The man with the tablet grinne

said. Another threw up quietly into her lap, the acidi

e you just gotten

t my eyes low. Timid, trying to look suspicious

on their feet

breaking at the force, but I didn't shake

ne look

murmured, eyeing

ning every one of us against the wall like doll

n list. If the boss doesn

," another fini

ase with which they said them. As if they were sor

.I want to go ho

plea

again

across her face to silence her.

e boss a reason t

her lip, trying to silence the sobs s

t her

ouldn't

ave her. At

ss is c

is shirt as he rang the buzzer. Everyone

you want to be on the floor b

oor o

's when

n Mor

l in hum

lf had shifted to make room for him. He was tall,

ng to catch up. His eyes didn't just look..

twisted at

fear. No

s kno

e of us in this room and still sleep like

ire. Stopping just briefly when he reached me. A flicker

ios

ion or

han the others. I didn't blink, trying not to let him s

s eyes, turni

e which one of them to kill