Their confusion melted into greedy understanding. The man who had fallen back rubbed his chin thoughtfully, a crooked smile spreading across his face. "You mean…"
The scarred man nodded. "I know someone who runs an underground brothel near the border. They pay top price for fresh goods, especially ones that look like her. She will earn them hundreds of times what we just got paid. And she will wish we had killed her here."
They all laughed, their voices echoing off the mold-stained walls like a chorus of demons.
Before Yueyao could scramble away, something hard and heavy slammed into the side of her neck. A blinding pain exploded through her skull, and darkness swallowed her whole.
Her fate was sealed.
When Yueyao woke again, pounding club music slammed into her ears. The bass vibrated through her bones, rattling her entire body as her eyes shot open in terror.
