Bella's breath hitched sharply.
Her sister, the only family she had ever known, had raised her with love and protected her fiercely.
Even when her sister fell blindly in love with the vile Perry, Bella never abandoned her. She tried to warn her, again and again.
But then the apocalypse came.
The first week was quiet… deceptive even.
But by the second week, Perry's mask had fallen off.
By the time Bella's sister realized the danger, it was already too late. Perry had already made arrangements. Already found buyers. Already prepared the exchange.
And Bella's eldest sister was sold like livestock.
Bella closed her eyes tightly, tears slipping silently down her cheeks as hatred curled like a blade in her heart.
This time… it was her turn on the auction block.
The two men roughly dragged Bella toward the exit, ignoring her frantic struggling.
Once they pulled her out of the house, they shoved her toward a rusted truck and forced her inside.
